[full-time master] immortal

When July was about to end, Su Muqiu suddenly told me that he met Ning Xuan.

When this name that I had not seen for many years sounded in my ears again, it easily aroused the jealousy and sadness deep in my heart.I raised my head and stared blankly at his bright smile.I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying to elicit a reunion smile like him, but I failed, and my smile was uglier than crying.

At that time, Chen Xiao and Michelle Chen's version of "The Legend of Condor Heroes" was playing day and night on TV.It just so happened that in those few days it was aired until the end of the 16-year contract, and the scene where the Condor Hero Yang Guo and the little dragon girl finally reunited at the bottom of the Valley of Heartlessness.I suddenly discovered that Su Muqiu and sister Ning Xuan are really suitable for the story of "The Legend of Condor Heroes": sister Ning Xuan, like Xiaolongnv, was insulted for no reason; Expelled from the orphanage and survived with a broken arm.I feel like Guo Xiang who received Yang Guo’s favor for nothing—even I’m not as good as Guo Xiang, I’m Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, Gongsun Lue, among the many women with blurred faces who were misled by Yang Guo all their lives one.Even if I follow him all the way, I will only end up as a younger sister, and I can only spend my whole life writing a sentence "I see a gentleman, and Yunhu doesn't like it".The real heroine always has to go through hardships before Shi Shiran returns.

"Sister Ning Xuan... is she okay? What is she doing?" I was heartbroken by my association, and when I asked him, there was a bit of hoarseness in my voice that didn't belong to me.

"She is very good. Now she works in a flower shop in Flower and Bird City, and lives very close to us. It was her turn to rest today, so I ran into her in the supermarket. She invited us to her shop tomorrow. Sit down and invite us to drink tea. Shall we go together?"

I really want to go—or rather, I really want to go with Su Muqiu instead of letting him face Ning Xuan alone.However, by coincidence, I happened to have a business to do the next day, and the customer came from Jinhua specially, so I couldn't shirk it.Mucheng also had to go to high school to take the placement test the next day, so she couldn't go with her.So, Su Muqiu had no choice but to go alone.

It was as if someone had tied an inextricable knot in my heart.I turned my head and glanced at the weather icon in the upper right corner of the TV screen, and tried to stop him one last time: "The weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow, so don't go."

Su Muqiu did hesitate for a moment.However, in the end, he still scratched his head and said, "I promised Sister Ning Xuan today... and I didn't leave her contact information. It seems that it is not good to let her dove suddenly. I will go there by myself first, and I will talk to you next time." You guys together."

Later, I would always think: If I learn art from my grandfather, and use the Book of Changes or Tarot to calculate a hexagram that day, will I be able to predict the ominous omen and stop Su Muqiu in time?Or, if I could have more confidence in myself and him, frowned, squeezed out tears, had a fight with him, and didn't allow him to leave me and Mucheng to go to Flower and Bird City alone, then would he Can you avoid the bad luck that day?Or, if I make up my mind and refuse that guest who came from afar, and accompany Su Muqiu on that street, will I be able to push him away in time, or block that fatal blow for him?

However, none of these possibilities happened, and I missed all the opportunities that could have saved Su Muqiu in vain.That night, I suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but it was only because I was sad about the possible relationship between him and Sister Ning Xuan.

For Su Muqiu, this night seemed to be a tossing and turning.I turned around and looked out the door, and I could see that the computer in the living room was still on, and occasionally there was the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard, hitting my soul.

The next day, I was awakened by Su Muqiu's door opening.He put away the umbrella and walked in the door smelling like rain, with water droplets still dripping down the tip of the umbrella.I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed listlessly, but I saw that he also looked tired. It seemed that he really didn't sleep well last night.

"Just sent Mucheng to school?"

"Well, it's still raining heavily outside. When are you going out? I'll see you off."

So, I hurriedly washed up and went out with Su Muqiu.He sent me to the door of the dining bar, saw me put away my umbrella and entered the store, and waved to me from a distance, turned around, held his red umbrella, and disappeared into the rain.

I raised my eyes at the door of the dining bar, looking at his back gradually walking away, my heart was filled with loneliness.

The dining bar was playing Jay Chou's "Sunny Day".This singer we like is singing in a very appropriate way: "On a windy day, I tried to hold your hand. But, the rain gradually became so heavy that I couldn't see you..."

He went to see sister Ning Xuan.

I felt guilty, dejected, and closed the door disheartened.The door slammed shut in front of me, sounding the death knell of youth for all of us.

I still remember the customer who came from Jinhua that day.She was a gray-haired old woman, and her husband, who died young, was heartbreakingly young.The old woman held me tightly with her chapped hands, and the turbid tears dripped down on the jasper bracelet on her wrist.I heard her repeating over and over again: "I regret it... I really regret it. If I could have saved him back then, I wouldn't regret it so much..."

For the next seven years, the old woman's words kept ringing in my ears.Repeatedly, like a haunted nightmare, but also like a terrible prophecy.

2015 became the coldest summer in my memory.

I ran in the storm, and the remaining heat of midsummer was dispelled by this rainstorm that had not happened in several years.Huge raindrops crackled against the world, as if the heavens also had unrestrained anger.The cold rain seemed to cut through my skin, and I fell to the ground with bruises all over my body. I let the umbrella in my hand escape my control, and I stumbled and was swept away by the wind.

That's too late.That's too late.

Countless blue dead souls walked by my side.Perhaps Su Muqiu was also involved in this.I tried to identify him through the rain and fog in front of me, but they didn't wait for me, they just walked away unconsciously.

In the freezing rain, I suddenly remembered the night I spent with Su Muqiu in the Water Moon Cave eight years ago.I blinked my eyes and asked him almost heartlessly, what is "Eternal separation between heaven and man"?

I lowered my head, letting the warm tears and rain mix together and become icy cold.

——This is the eternal separation between man and nature.

Su Muqiu didn't wait for Mucheng, Ye Xiu, or me.On that once-in-ten-year torrential rain day, he safely sent Mucheng to school and me to the cafeteria safely.However, he did not allow himself to return safely.

On his way home from Flower and Bird City, he was in a car accident and stayed forever.

But his soul also disappeared without a trace in this world.

There was a time when each of us felt that the sky had fallen, as if a hole had suddenly been opened above us and there was no way to fill it.Su Muqiu's body died, Su Muqiu's soul disappeared, and the world was about to perish.

But, no, the world did not end with Su Muqiu.The storm has passed, and time is still running forward without hesitation.Day after day, we are farther and farther away from the time Su Muqiu once existed.

After Ye Xiu smoked the last pack of cigarettes in hand, he finally stood up, patted the ash off his body, picked up One Autumn Leaf's account again and stuck out the door.Mucheng didn't want to eat or talk for many days, but finally she walked out of the room and took the bowl of hot porridge I handed her tremblingly.On the first seven days in Su Muqiu, I received the long-overdue admission notice from Z University. Holding the notice in the blue cover, I thought that I came to Hangzhou for Su Muqiu's exam with all my heart and eyes. I only felt that my life was full of ridicule.

However, I still took the admission letter to report.I became a freshman at Z University, scratching my head to choose courses like all ordinary students, slowly getting used to living habits with roommates, fighting wits with counselors, participating in various meaningful and meaningless activities voluntarily or involuntarily. campus activities.Unlike ordinary students, I set up a shop in an unremarkable corner, decorated it according to my grandfather's instructions, and went to the shop on weekends to run ghost business, and worked hard to improve my psychic ability , trying to search in vain for Su Muqiu's ghost in this vast sea of ​​people.Freshman passed so busy, then sophomore, junior and senior.Time flowed slowly through my life, and four years slipped away so easily.

My dormitory is an hour's drive away from Su's house, but I still rush to have dinner with Mucheng on nights when I don't have classes.At that time, my cooking skills were not as good as Mucheng's, or even Su Muqiu, who was self-taught within a year. The dishes he made had no color or flavor, and I could only afford the evaluation of "not bad".However, Mucheng will obediently eat every dish I cook after school every day.

Ye Xiu has already become Excellent Era's ace player, following the team's battles across the country, he no longer needs us to deliver meals to him in Internet cafes.In the empty room, there is usually only a little girl like Su Mucheng.Back then, I thought the house Su Muqiu rented was small and cramped, but now it seems too big everywhere.The plants on the window sills withered and died due to neglect, which was considered a sacrifice to their masters.I originally thought about buying some green plants, which can be considered as a companion to the lonely little girl.However, when I think of the city of flowers and birds, it also affects the pain in my heart.

After Su Muqiu passed away, none of us went to Flower and Bird City, so we had no way of knowing about Ning Xuan.Does Ning Xuan know about Su Muqiu?Should have known.Will she be more sad than me?I imagined that Xiaolongnv waited for 16 years in the valley of unfeeling, and finally waited for her past.However, once he was happy, Yang Guo died quickly, leaving no bones left.I dare not think about it any further.

Mucheng decided to inherit Mu Yuchengfeng's account card after finishing high school, and joined Excellent Era with Ye Xiu.I tried to persuade Mucheng, but the girl has grown up and has her own ideas.Sure enough, she and Su Muqiu were brothers and sisters, and even ten bulls couldn't pull back their stubborn temper.Ten years ago, Su Muqiu gave up his studies in order to take care of Su Mucheng's life. Ten years later, Su Mucheng made the same choice in order to inherit Su Muqiu's dream.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Mucheng." Unexpectedly, Ye Xiu, who has always been unreliable, swallowed a reassurance for me in the end.He leaned against the door, lazily lit a cigarette with a lighter, exhaled a puff of white mist, and said, "For you, and for Su Muqiu."

So what can I say.

I turned my head and followed Su Muqiu's example to attack him: "Smooth in front of Mucheng less from now on."

The little girl has grown up, and I finally relieved myself of the responsibility of taking care of Mucheng.Before graduating from undergraduate, my grandfather said that he was slowly preparing to retire, and he hoped that I could return to Shanghai and start taking over his work.There is no need to stay in a sad place. Even after four years, every scene and thing in Hangzhou can still affect my every strand of sadness.I obediently closed the branch in Hangzhou and returned to F University in Shanghai.

Originally, I planned to take over my grandfather's shop full-time after graduating from a master's degree. However, my grandfather was not in a hurry and suggested that I find a normal job for a few years.A psychic does not only rely on a pair of eyes, but also has to roll through the world and human relationships, and cultivate a little knowledge and sophistication, so that he can truly be a ferryman.

I thought I had no skills and no interest, so I sent my internship resumes everywhere and tried several occupations.During my first year of graduate school, I went to my high school alma mater, Guangyuan Middle School, for an internship.What I teach is a minor subject with a marginal status, and it was not taken seriously in the first and second grades of high school. Only the students who took this course in the third year of high school would honestly and seriously write their homework.So, I became a resident labor force in the senior year office.One evening, before I got off work, I saw two students, a man and a woman, walked into the office with their schoolbags on their backs.After asking, I found out that they are all senior high school students. They represented the school in a competition in the morning. They missed the dictation in Chinese in the morning, and now they are here to make up for the dictation.Their Chinese teacher happened to be my teacher in the third year of high school, and I served as his class representative.Therefore, even if I am not an intern in the Chinese subject, he will habitually ask me to run errands to do things.It happened that he was rushing to a meeting that day, so he packed the two students and threw them to me, asking me to help supervise their dictation.

I saw that they had to compete and write silently, which was really hard work. After arranging them to sit down, I handed each of them a cookie.When I handed the biscuit to the girl, I suddenly found the key ring of Team Excellent Era hanging on her schoolbag.

This familiar red maple leaf stung my eyes and gave me the urge to cry in an instant.

"Teacher Gu, what's wrong with you?" The sharp-eyed little boy noticed my abnormality and raised his head to ask me.So, the girl with the Excellent Era key ring also raised her head, and looked at me blankly with a pair of tired eyes.

I hurriedly shook my head vigorously, trying to shake off the fog that gradually filled my eyes.I forced a smile, pointed at Excellent Era's key ring and asked the girl, "Xiao Cheng, do you also watch Glory? Do you like Excellent Era?"

The little girl surnamed Cheng blushed slightly, and was about to speak, but the boy sitting opposite her laughed first: "Teacher, teacher! Let me tell you a gossip! Her boyfriend liked Excellent Era back then, that's why she gave her away." She's from the key ring!" After she finished speaking, the little girl blushed and stretched out her hand to hit him.

I couldn't help but laugh, it seems that Ye Xiu and the others are really famous these few years, even my students like Excellent Era.

"Then do you play Glory?"

The boy lost all interest in dictation, dropped the pen, crossed his legs, and said triumphantly: "Play! Of course! Except Cheng Junni, a fool who doesn't play, none of us don't play! Teacher, don't you Will you also play Glory?"

"I played it a long time ago, but I haven't played it for many years." I bit my lip lightly and tried to laugh, "I used to be a swordsman, and someone made me a silver weapon."

"Niuuu, Teacher Gu! Yinwu! You must be a boss!" The boy jumped three feet high, and he pointed to the girl sitting opposite him who was trying to block out the noise and write silently, "Teacher, tell you again Gossip, her boyfriend plays sharpshooter and is also a big shot, he will soon be a professional player."

sharpshooter.

I opened my eyes for a moment.

...is a sharpshooter.

"The surname Zheng is out of his mind! When did Zhou Zekai become my boyfriend?" The shy girl finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the black fountain pen in her hand to the boy.

Although the two students were making a fuss, they still finished the dictation before their Chinese teacher came back, handed the paper to me and left.Although I am not a Chinese teacher, I still glanced at their dictation results curiously.The girl should be a top student in Chinese, with beautiful and graceful fonts, and every line of poems is silently written correctly.In contrast, the boy was very wild and unrestrained. He wrote half of the dictation without saying anything, and even made a few mistakes in the few answers.I suddenly saw a familiar topic - it was my college entrance examination question that year, Jin Xi He Xi.

The lively boy swiped his pen and left a sentence "I don't see my lover".

What a pity.

Almost right.

I put down their dictation rolls and looked up sadly.On this day, because of these two students, I left later than usual.The golden-red sunset is charming and lingering, but it is swallowed up by the night in an instant.

On that day, I decided to become a high school teacher.It's not because of how good the salary of this job is, nor because of how much I like it or how suitable it is.

——Maybe it’s just because, in the group of thriving children, I saw us in the past in a trance.

Shy, shy me.

Brilliant, bright him.

And a future that stretches infinitely before us, seemingly with infinite promise.

Later, I did see the sharpshooter they mentioned, the future gun king, Zhou Zekai in the news.

What a pity, what a pity...

If Su Muqiu was still around, they might still be able to meet each other.Su Muqiu might nod his head in praise of that boy and say that he is awesome, or he might shake his head and chuckle and say, this kid is not bad, but he is a little worse than me.

Like Zhou Zekai, Su Muqiu might also have a resounding title—since Ye Xiu is the god of battle, then maybe he is the god of spears?Or maybe a sharpshooter?or……

He should have a bright future.

Thinking of this, I suddenly stopped.I raised my head and looked at Su Muqiu by the window, suddenly my heart ached unbearably.

He shouldn't be here, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar city with his blue body.

He shouldn't be here, talking about his old friend seven years ago in a sad tone.

He shouldn't be here, futilely imagining a future that doesn't belong to us.

Before the scene in front of my eyes was filled with tears, I just thought - he should have been in Excellent Era's club, maybe he was fighting side by side with Ye Xiu who hadn't retired, maybe he was fighting for Ye Xiu who was forced to retire.He will be the one who started the era of glory with Ye Xiu, he will be the sharp gun who will be as famous as the God of Fighting, and he will be the one who will be honored forever in the history of glory, he will be the one who manipulates the Thousand Manifestation Umbrella with clean and neat movements, and he will be... …

...At least, he'll be a 26-year-old anyway.

I suddenly felt that our life was like a dictation question that was almost right.I obviously have a heart full of grief, indignation and grievance, but there is nowhere to vent it.No one can take responsibility for this regret, and I can't even find a single culprit.Thousands of words, but only one lament - what a pity.

Tonight and Hexi, I don't see my beloved.

I quickly reached out and wiped away the tears that kept oozing from the corners of my eyes.Su Muqiu didn't speak, he just sat across from me silently, looking at me quietly.Of course he knew why I was crying, but he didn't know how to comfort me--I guess he didn't even know how to comfort himself.

I wiped away the tears, but I couldn't stop sniffing.The room was eerily silent except for the sound of my breathing.After a long time, when I calmed down, Su Muqiu spoke slowly and asked me cautiously: "Xiaoqing... Grandpa Gu... Can you cast spells on the computer?"

"...Of course not, what are you thinking?" My eyes were red, but he laughed angrily.It is indeed a very innovative idea to cast spells on computers.

"I was at Grandpa Gu's house this morning, and after seeing those tables and chairs being enchanted, I can touch them, so..."

"Those tables and chairs have a history of at least a thousand years. They absorbed the essence of the world and produced a cloud of spiritual energy, so they can cast spells. How many years have it been since the computer was invented... It can't be done." I thought for a while and added, " Maybe another 1000 years ... there's still some hope."

Su Muqiu heard that he would not be able to play with computers for at least 1000 years, and he couldn't help but slumped his shoulders in disappointment.

"So, what if the computer is used as a tribute...? Look, I can touch the oranges of that tribute..."

"That's food." I laughed out loud, but I saw through his intentions and asked him straightforwardly: "Do you still want to play Glory?"

"How can you not want to." He sighed and stopped asking.He stretched out his hand, looking at his clear and slender fingers.He hasn't aged at all.I couldn't help but imagine: if the old Su Muqiu and the 25-year-old Ye Xiu walked into the arena again, what kind of victory would they have?

I will never know the answer to this question.

"Don't show that expression, be happy." Seeing that I was looking lonely again, Su Muqiu stretched out his hand, rubbed my hair emptily, and laughed, "It's not bad for me to be like this now. I want to go wherever I want. What do I want to do, whoever I want to see. I won't be hungry, sleepy, or tired. With you here, I can still chat with Mucheng Yexiu and the others... Think about it, in the future Ye Xiu will become Damn old man, I'm still so handsome, you have to help me laugh at him every day...Really, it's pretty good."

His words drew some tears from my eyes.I turned my head away, not looking at him.

He said he was fine.

but……

I want him to live.

I really want him to survive, even if the odds are slim.

I want to see him grow up, I want to see him grow old.

I don't want him to live among ghosts, I want him to live in this world.

"Mu Qiu." I turned my head and suddenly called his name, my throat was dry and hot, as if I had been burned by a fire.

Before he could respond, a buzzing phone cut me off.It was my grandpa calling. I hurriedly grabbed my phone from the bed, connected it, and walked out of the room quickly.

The moment I closed the door and rejected Su Muqiu in the room, I suddenly felt it was funny and funny—just now I blamed him and Ye Xiu for having an unspeakable secret, but now I want to answer Grandpa without telling him The phone is up.

Each of us has our own thoughts, and you deceive me.

"Hello, grandpa? How can I tell?"

"I'm looking for your Auntie Su, she will come to Hangzhou to look for you soon." Grandpa cut straight to the point, "Also, about that old Yu..."

Hearing this, I subconsciously clenched my phone tightly.

"...I haven't been able to contact him yet, but I have found the spirits of his uncle and master, and invited them to come home for a chat." Having said this, Grandpa suddenly lowered his voice, even speaking unconsciously. Switching back to the dialect, as if he wanted to add a layer of careful sealing to the following words, "Xihua... Do you know who the soul-stirring person Lao Yu was talking about back then?"

I hung up my grandfather's phone and walked back to the room in a daze.Sure enough, there was another figure in the room, and I was not surprised at all.After waiting for a while, I stepped forward and interrupted the reunion of the mother and son after more than twenty years.I smiled at the person I hadn't seen for many years: "Aunt Su."

The beautiful young woman let go of Su Muqiu's hand and came up to me.There were tears and mourning in her eyes, and she said to me in a voice that Su Muqiu just couldn't hear: "Xiaoqing, I have something to tell you."

"I know what you're going to say." I lowered my eyelids and replied in a low voice.

I know what she's going to say.

She wanted to tell me, never try to save Su Muqiu.

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The author has something to say: When I usually write articles, I am expressionless and calm, but this chapter makes me feel a little moved.

Xiaocheng and Xiaozheng appearing in the article are the heroine and male second in Xiaozhou BG "Catching the Wind" written by me four years ago. Let's take it here for a walk, it is a small easter egg in the same series!A useless little knowledge: Student Zheng was 1 point short of entering Tsinghua University that year :) So don’t underestimate the 1 point dictation in Chinese! ! !

In fact, I always thought that "What is this eve" is a question for the 15 college entrance examination, but I checked it out, and it turned out to be a 14-year question...and the original question was "What is this eve"... It seems that people always think about their own exams The title of the previous year was even more impressive.

You can guess who the unlucky guy who fell into the 60s was.