frivolous

On the third day of March in the painting hall, flocs fluttered on the window screens and swallows brushed the eaves.Everything is sprouting, spring is blooming, the grass is growing and the warbler is flying, and the willows are green and the flowers are blooming.

Legend has it that this day is the day when Nuwa and Fuxi made love in ancient times. Therefore, in order to make the year's weather smooth, the imperial court specially held an annual disaster-elimination and exorcism ceremony outside the moat.

At that time, common people, princes and nobles, children of nobles, and even many ladies who have not left the court will hold an orchid, go out and play, and go outing in the suburbs.

After someone sent someone to pick up Fufeng early in the morning, Madam Hua couldn't hold back the pleadings of the girls in Baihualou, and under everyone's eager attention, she nodded her head without smiling.

Feng Lian, who was chopping firewood in the backyard, was forgotten for several days. When she was dizzy, she clutched her belly and groped into the kitchen to eat some leftovers.

"Living is very difficult, but I don't know why I still want to live." Feng Yan said every word, as if convincing himself.

"Then eat slowly." A clean hand handed a steaming steamed stuffed bun in front of her.

Feng Yan hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and devoured it hungrily.

After a long time, she said: "You are a fairy."

Several months ago, Fufeng's lost hairpin suddenly appeared on the table in her boudoir, no one knew how it came about.

Now that the thing has been found, Fufeng just silently glanced at Feng Zai who was hiding among the crowd, and didn't pursue it, and it didn't take long for the matter to be settled.

The blind Taoist didn't explain the details, and he didn't ask about it.

He always appears quietly and leaves quietly, and he speaks warmly with an inexplicable sense of alienation, which makes Fengyan always feel that he is far away and mysterious, even his smile is ethereal in the clouds.

Taoist seems to know her very well, but she only knows his name: Wen Wu.

Wen Wu, Wen Wu... Feng Yan silently said these two words in his heart, as if something was about to come out vigorously in his heart.

As if feeling something in his heart, the blind Taoist priest smiled lightly, and when he got close, he could hear the muffled laughter coming from his chest. "Like you, I'm human."

Feng Yan stared at him blankly for a moment, and couldn't help thinking, if his eyes were still there, how would it make people feel like a spring breeze.She turned her face away calmly, and a puzzled light flashed in her big smart eyes: "Why are you like me?"

"Just like you, you can cry, laugh, be sad, love deeply, be sad, and be crazy."

All living beings are in the sea of ​​suffering, love, hate, anger and ignorance, and cannot escape their fate.

... These Taoist priests are really talking about it.Feng Li didn't notice the almost cruel compassion on the face of the blind Taoist priest, but just put a round fruit in the Taoist priest's palm, held it tightly with the Taoist priest's five fingers, and whispered: "I know you... ...you don't want to say it. Can you plant flowers for me?"

"Where did you get it?"

"It was given to me by Fufeng. She said it was my mother's relic. I thought that as long as I take good care of it, flowers will always bloom, but in the past three years, there has been no germination."

Her eyes never left the flower seeds, as if she was looking at some peerless treasure.

"...It actually blooms in the snow—it takes root in winter, and it blooms in the snow." The Taoist priest rubbed his thumb for a moment, his face was full of unintelligible grief, and there was a trace of choking in his voice. "I didn't expect it to be in your hands..."

Then he held Fengyan's hand vigorously, earnestly and stubbornly: "Fengyan, if it blooms, will you come with me?"

There was a burst of warmth from the place where the palms touched, making people unable to bear to let go.But Fengyi slowly pulled out her hand, turned around, looked at the branches protruding into the room outside the window, dotted with some newly bursting greenery, she couldn't help feeling hopeful, so she said slowly: " Let's wait until it blooms."

The dikes are full of people on outings, and at a glance, it is very lively.

"Scattered flowers are becoming more attractive to the eyes, only Asakusa has no horseshoes." The blind Taoist behind him suddenly said in a low voice, and a winter jasmine flower bloomed in the wind in his hair, kind of gentle and funny.

Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at him, then quickly turned his face away, covered his mouth, and couldn't help laughing.

The blind Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then said in a daze, "...you laughed."

"Someone fell into the water!"

The sound of violently slapping the water was particularly abrupt in the bustling voices of people.Looking along the sound, the originally peaceful sea of ​​people boiled up.When I looked closely, I realized that someone was struggling in the center of the splash.

Drowning!Feng Yan's mind went blank, and by the time she realized it, she had already been trotted all the way to the shore by the crowd.

The shore was crowded with people, but most of them were watching the fun more than saving lives.

Being pushed around by people, Yingyi was a little out of breath, so she had to grab the Taoist's sleeves hard. While pushing and shoving, someone bumped into her, sprained her ankle, and she went straight to the river. down.

"Fate!" Someone shouted her name in panic.

The oiran who was originally sitting in the bow of the boat gracefully, holding the pipa lightly and slowly twirling suddenly stood up straight, and the fine pipa hit the ground with a blunt sound, but her eyes were still fixed on the The center of the crowd boiling.

"What's the matter?" A well-dressed woman on the boat poked her head out, a few horizontal whips around her waist made a small whistling sound as she moved through the air, and her bright face was full of surprise, "Thank you, take a look!" , It seems that someone fell into the water!"

Amidst the splashes of water, a vague figure sank slowly.

"I'll go take a look—" The young man in crimson who was named took his eyes back from Fufeng, put down the wine cup, and was about to get up, "Eh? It seems that someone went down to rescue him?"

Someone reached out and grabbed Fufeng's hand, and pulled the groggy oiran back to his seat: "Don't worry, someone has gone down. Why are your hands so cold, drink a cup of hot wine to warm yourself up."

"No...thank you, sir..." He held Fufeng's wrist, took the wine cup, took a sip, and forced a pale smile.

There was another booing from the crowd.

"Thank you, the rescuer has also sunk!" Lanyue saw the lake swaying, but the water splash gradually diminished, and she was so anxious that she wanted to lean out of the boat.

Xie Yan didn't move, and looked at Chu Ci on the main seat: "Brother Chu, although it's a disappointment, it's two lives anyway, why don't I go and have a look?"

The young general in casual clothes was not in a hurry, he drank a glass of wine slowly, his eyes as calm as water met the ripples on the surface of the lake: "Why do you want to meddle in your own business?"

"You guys continue to drink, I'll catch these two and vent my anger on Big Brother." Another teenager who looked a little like Chu Ci stood up and clasped his fists with a confident expression on his face.

Chu Ci's face turned flat, and he glared, "Why don't I know when you will be able to drink water? It's okay to mess around, don't pay yourself for it"

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist tightened, and the pale oiran pulled off his sleeve: "Please adults, please save them."

The beauty was frowning, her originally clear pupils were covered with a layer of mist, her eye circles were flushed, and she was about to cry.Chu Ci's heart softened, and he stroked Fufeng's soft and boneless hand, brushed the broken hair of the beauty's face behind his ears, and softened his tone: "I see you are scared..."

After saying that, the two teenagers looked at each other and turned to go out.

Lan Yueshi, Chu Ci, Chu Ge, and myself when I was young... Xie Yan, who was hiding on Fengyi's body, heard these voices, and for a while, my mind was full of thoughts, like a fishing net scratched by a cat. I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't find the head when I want to straighten it out.

The scene in front of him was affected and began to blur.

"Thank you, meditate." At this moment, a familiar cold voice suddenly rang in my ears.

The voice that was always as cold and solemn as the ice lotus on the mountain turned into the gurgling water under the snow-capped mountains, calming Xie Yan's restless mind, so that he didn't pay attention to what could be called tenderness implied in Jian Suyu's lingling words .

Not long after, people were rescued up.Fufeng hurriedly leaned over to visit, and after hearing a few words from his subordinates, Chu Ci was helpless, so he also followed.

The two of them passed out on the boat dripping wet, surrounded by a circle of people.Xie Yan was still eating apples, but Lan Yueshi pulled her over by the collar, glanced through the gaps in the crowd, and felt that the people on the ground looked familiar.

...Like the blind fortune-teller opposite the Baihua Building in the north of the city who said he was waiting for someone... It seems to be called Wen Wu...

Fufeng next to him couldn't help weeping, he pulled his sleeves tightly with both hands, printed pleats on the high-quality material, and whispered: "Every disaster..."

The young Xie Yan said vaguely: "This blind man is desperate enough to save a girl."

"That's right, this little girl is quite handsome." Lan Yueshi checked their situation and added.

"Not to mention Yueshi, I haven't found out yet, this girl is indeed a beauty." Chu Ci leisurely swung his wine glass.

Hearing this sentence, Fufeng's pale face became even paler.

"Wow——" he vomited out a mouthful of lake water. Although the blind Taoist fell into the water, his demeanor was not disturbed at all. He coughed weakly a few times, and kept groping against the eyes of everyone. He touched a corner of his sleeve He paused, and after confirming the rough texture of the material, he held the girl's face in a mess and said, "Everything? Everyday!"

"Blind, she's fine, stop howling." Xie Yan took a few more bites of the apple and secretly drew a mark in his hand.

Wen Wu felt that the moisture on his body was evaporating at an appreciable speed, and a few strands of hair were entangled between his foreheads, still not concealing his demeanor, and said softly, "Thank you, sir."

Xie Yan waved his hand indifferently.

"Cough cough cough—" Feng Lian opened his eyes with difficulty, and what caught his eyes was the concerned face of the blind Taoist priest, "Blind man, am I dead?"

As soon as the words fell, a heavy palm hit, and before she had time to react, she was slapped.

"You..." Fufeng pointed at her, trembling with anger, with tears in his eyes that did not fall.

Everyone was stunned, and even Feng Lian felt baffled, so he pinched his palm a few times, so he didn't shed tears.

"Miss Fufeng, don't be angry, it won't be good if you hurt your hand." Chu Ci hugged the beauty into his arms, comforted him softly, and then seemed to have no intention of mentioning, "I didn't look carefully before, but this girl's facial features look good. Her appearance is somewhat similar to that of Fufeng girl."

"Perhaps beautiful people are all the same, and ugly people are ugly in their own way—hiss!" Lan Yueshi propped up her beautiful eyes, glared at Xie Yan, and whispered, "Why are you pinching me?"

Things like appearance are not necessarily gifts from heaven, and in most cases it will lead to disasters, especially for ordinary people who have no wealth or power.Although the noble-born Miss Xie has a bold temperament, she doesn't know the ways of the world.

"Fengchen Qi." Chu Ge snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Water was still dripping from his hair, under the gaze of so many people, Feng Li half covered his face, and subconsciously glanced at the oiran in Chu Ci's arms.

Those tearful eyes looked at her, there was no hatred and disgust that was only aimed at her in the past, only grief and despair.