fishing dragon

The fire burns and forms a continuous sea.

Yu Changle was in a state of confusion, trying to stay awake, looking around with difficulty.

This is the center of Peach Blossom Grotto, and the format is a bit like a study.The roof was pierced by splashing fire, but it was surrounded by waterways.

Yu Changle managed to stand up and saw a volume of books on the desk.

The inscription on it is "Ge Sheng".Sure enough, the transformation of Peach Blossom Grotto is based on Mr. Bailu's notes stolen from the secret place of Dianyinglu Academy.

After reading a few words, he already had a headache to the point that he couldn't even read it, so he could only stuff the book into his arms and sit there withered.The flames gradually engulfed the surrounding area, his face was scorched by the heat wave, and he lay groggy on the desk, as if his consciousness was about to fall into the darkness.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the chill of water.

Is it an illusion...?

There was a coolness in the scorching air, and the smell of grass and water vapor washed away the burnt smell. Yu Changle opened his eyes bewilderedly, and felt a drop of cold water dripping on his face. evaporated.

Not an illusion.

More and more raindrops fell, the wind blew up, and it rained heavily.Lightning and lightning above the head were densely covered like cobwebs, thunder and lightning, and the downpour extinguished the fire.

Yu Changle felt a pair of hands hugging him, and the dark blue brocade clothes came into view.

He was hugged tightly into an embrace.

"Sorry, I am late."

He heard a hoarse and quivering voice above him.He had never heard such a voice as Ao Yan.

A warm liquid fell on his face, Yu Changle stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.is bitter.Dizziness and exhaustion surged up like a mountain tide, he half-opened his eyes, and said softly: "Yanyan, are you crying?...Don't cry..."

According to the rumors, when the pure-blooded dragons are in extreme grief, even the heavens will cry for them, which is called the dragon weeping for the heavens.

Black clouds billowed in the sky, and lightning was like a silver snake.The strong wind whimpered like a trapped beast.The pouring rain enveloped the sky and the earth, and the mist blurred everything into an ink painting.

The blue-clothed youth walked in the rain with the white-clothed youth in his arms, and the ground was scorched.

The exposed ankles of the young man in white were almost transparent.His wet eyelashes were half closed, and he murmured like a dream: "I want to go home...I want to go back to Biluo Mountain...take me home."

Swish!

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky.

Among the wreckage of the building, a giant blue-scaled dragon appeared out of thin air.He raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, the whole field trembled, and the iron-gray dome was reflected in his eyes, crying like crying.

The blue dragon flew towards the sky with the young man in white riding in the violent wind and rain.

Shuzhou, Broken Tang Town.

It is early summer in the world, and the flowers bloom for a while and then fall for a while.Suitang Town is not far from the city, yet maintains a proper distance, comfortable and ordinary.

"Hey—did it rain last night?"

In a small restaurant, the proprietress in a blue floral dress opened the window.There is a tall crabapple tree in the courtyard, the flowering period is approaching, and the stone bricks are wet and scattered with pink residual petals.

Ding……

The bell hidden in a big flower was rang, and the door of the small courtyard was pushed open. "A visitor?" The proprietress turned her face to look, her eyes were astonished.

It was a tall young man in a dark blue round-neck gown, handsome in appearance, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were a strange blue-purple, like the large patches of blue broom on the plateau.

He held a young man in white in his arms, who looked slender and more beautiful in comparison, with a bright face.The young man in white seemed to be sleeping, but he was not sleeping soundly. The proprietress was so far away, she could still see his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his brows were frowning.

The blue-clothed young man held the white-clothed body with a delicate and heavy posture, as if he was holding a piece of fragile white porcelain carefully, which did not quite match his somewhat fierce appearance.

"Do you have any..." The blue-clothed youth paused, as if recalling, "Douhua? Want hot and sour."

Awakened by the young man's voice, the young man in white opened his eyes and turned his head to glance.Just as the proprietress was about to answer, she was frozen by that look.

Those black eyes were like a deep pool, too dark to see the light of the sky, bottomless.And... vaguely familiar.

"Yes! In the entire Suitang Town, our family's bean curd is the best." The proprietress replied hastily.

The young man in white jumped out of the arms of the blue clothes. The proprietress was stunned and thought, hey, he didn't seem to be wearing shoes just now?

But in the blink of an eye, a pair of black boots appeared on his feet, and even the clothes on his body changed slightly.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't want to, so she turned and went to the back kitchen to get busy.Think about some kind of people who know magic.

There is a round table in the small courtyard, under the crabapple tree.Yu Changle sat down on the stone bench, picked up the small vase on the stone table, looked at it for a moment, and said, "When I first went down to Biluo Mountain, I ate bean curd here. Did I tell you? Remember."

He smiled, but there wasn't much to it, so he held back.

In the past three years, things have changed.

"You also said that the things made in the academy are not to your liking." Ao Yan said.

"...Yes." Yu Changle shook his head, suppressing the lingering haze in his mind.The bean curd was served, and Yu Changle felt a strong sense of hunger when he smelled the aroma.

He ate without saying a word, the delicate taste of the bean curd rolled between his lips and teeth.Yu Changle ate more and more anxiously, choked and coughed.

Ao Yan immediately stepped forward to snatch his bowl, patted his back and said angrily: "Eat slowly!"

Yu Changle coughed until tears fell, and looked at him tearfully.Ao Yan paused for a moment, then returned the bowl to him: "...you eat."

This time Yu Changle ate slowly.

Ao Yan looked at his profile, and couldn't imagine how such a delicious Yu Wusui would spend sixteen days in hunger and pain.Sixteen full days.

His heart seemed to be soaked in jujube juice, the strange pain tugged at his heart, and every beat touched his soul.

"Two bowls are enough, don't eat more. You were hungry just now." Ao Yan said.

Yu Changle smiled and said: "The skin, flesh and bones have been reshaped, and I think my stomach won't get tight just because I eat too much."

Ao Yan's chest throbbed again.But Yu Changle put down the bowl as he said, and said, "I'm sleepy."

He leaned against Ao Yan and closed his eyes.

He spent sixteen days inside, and Ao Yan spent sixteen days outside.Losing all spiritual power and being seriously injured, Ao Yan kept silent.

It's not a question of who suffers more... He knew that Ao Yan didn't want him to worry, but there seemed to be a void in his heart, and it was difficult to feel the weight of emotion.He seems to have lost this ability.

"Hold me." Yu Changle whispered.

He relaxed suddenly, as if trying to make up for all the rest he had missed.

As for the solitary imprint, Mr. Bailu's notes, who is behind the Peach Blossom Grotto... All these questions annoyed him, and they all fell into the void along the hole in his chest.

He just wanted to go back to Biluo Mountain, hide in this small world and never go out again.

Ding--

The little bell was pushed again.

The proprietress said: "Guests, go slowly!"

She watched the guest in white fall asleep again, and the young man in blue hugged him again and left the courtyard.For some reason, she wanted to pray for the two guests.

Buddhism prevails in Shu, the proprietress went to her room, knelt down devoutly in front of the shrine and the smiling Buddha, and muttered: "...May all beings in the world be well, and the suffering will be relieved..."

Yu Changle pointed in the general direction, and when he was leaving, the old man Huaipu told him the formula of enchantment.Now Yu Changle told Ao Yan again.

After Ao Yan recited the formula, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and a huge valley appeared in front of him.

This should be what Yu Changle said, the Chengyue Valley that was set on fire by Baihuai Valley.Three years later, the arbor hadn't grown yet, but the Chengyue Valley was full of blue-purple flowers, like a river of stars falling to the ground, magnificent and moving.

A small sparkling river runs through the bottom of the valley, like a goddess's Bai Lian.

Ao Yan's breath stagnated, and suddenly an extremely familiar feeling swept over his whole body.

He looked into the distance, the small river meandered upwards and turned into a creek, with overlapping colorful pebbles.He seemed to know what was there! ——Crossing Chengyue Valley, and then another mountain...

Ao Yan couldn't restrain his heart from becoming anxious, and some memory was revived in his mind, as if he had pushed away a dark cloud that he himself hadn't noticed.He led Yu Changle over a mountain in a few vertical leaps, and looked down from the top of the mountain:

It was a small piece of flat land with a stream running through it, and a few huts by the water's edge.Behind the house is a large bamboo forest, and the birds are singing, carefree.

His pupils shrank slightly, and the scene in front of him overlapped with the flashing picture in his memory.

Yu Changle woke up, jumped down and took a look, his eyes became gentler, "It hasn't changed at all, I lived here when I was a child."

"Ao Yan?" Yu Changle looked back with a smile, but saw Ao Yan's expression was complicated.

Ao Yan pulled out something from the collar that was close to her body.It was a small dark blue kit with meticulous workmanship. Yu Changle had seen this kit before, and Ao Yan only took it with him at the time, saying, "I don't really remember. But... this should be something very important to me .”

It seems to be some kind of hard metal object inside.

Yu Changle raised his eyebrows and said, "What is this?"

Ao Yan opened the kit——

It was an iron fishhook, reflecting the ancient shimmer, with a thin transparent thread attached to the upper loop, and the other end was held by the young man in his hand.

Yu Changle opened his eyes slightly, raised his head suddenly and said, "Then...is it you?"

"Why can't I feed? I think it can!"

The waist-high child is holding a bird's nest, his hair is messy like a bird's nest, his eyes are very bright, he is smiling, his white clothes are dirty and gray, his sleeves are rolled up, and his trousers are rolled up as he puts them down.

"Sparrows don't eat the food that comes from you..." An old man with a white beard answered him. The old man seemed to have a headache, and his beard twitched. "Do you know what food is from you?"

The child was confident, with a playful smile: "I don't know. So can I raise them? Their big bird died, so pitiful. Here, look."

He raised his short arms, and the eyes of a few sparrows in the bird's nest hadn't opened yet, their bright yellow beaks were open and they were chirping.

Old man: "..."

This passage has been repeated three or four times.The old man turned his head, waved his hands and sighed: "It's up to you."

"Great!" The child yelled, put the sparrow's nest next to the old man, and ran away, "I'm going to find something to eat for them!!"

He took away a fishing rod, "I'm going fishing!"

Who told him sparrows eat fish?The white-bearded old man secretly rolled his eyes. He usually couldn't sit still for a moment, but now he was going fishing!

When the children made a noise just now, all the fish in the stream were frightened away. The old man slowly brought up the fishing line, and put the earthworms on the hook that had stolen the bait again.Two words are engraved on the end of his fishing rod: Huai Pu.

The old man Huaipu sat for most of the day.

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the stream orange, and Xiao Yuxia finally came back.

The old man Huaipu twitched his mouth, pointed to something in his arms and said, "What is this? This is... a loach monster?"

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Finally wrote here! !Memory kill ahead!

This is the original inspiration for this article, and it was the first time Xia Xia and Yan Yan appeared in my mind.

So I want to name this article "Fishing Dragon" XD