Nightfall Chapter 217: The black peach blossom on the side of the ship

Floating Astronomy Volume Two, Lake of Winter, Chapter 217 Black Peach Blossoms by the Side

It is very common to express feelings about Canghai, but few people express feelings about salted fish. They just think about what happened to them in the past year. Even if they face a basket of salted fish, Longqing can bear it. Can't help but sigh. ""Fiction Netizens Hand Hit

But he knows very well that for the present himself, any emotions like sighs and feelings are too redundant, and it will make him feel the unstoppable pain and despair once again in his calm mood. , So he was silent and ready to leave the fishing port.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his delicate leather shoes were slowly crushing on the wet, slimy ground, and his body slowly turned back.

In the distance on the sea full of morning light, a small boat was undulating in the waves. Long Qing's eyesight is still much sharper than that of ordinary people. He saw a Taoist man in Tsing Yi standing on the boat.

The Taoist man in Tsing Yi on the boat described it as ordinary, without any special place, but he couldn't look away because his body became extremely stiff from shock.

Fishermen and coolies, carrying heavy catches, walked between the slippery decks. On the shore, merchants dang their pipes and snorted, and seabirds flew back and forth between the sea and the mast. This fishing port in China is still busy and noisy, and no one seems to have seen the boat.

Long Qing looked at the boat and the Taoist people on the boat at a distance of hundreds of meters, his eyes were disturbed by the waves in the distance. He is no longer a practitioner, but his vision is still Still, it is clear that this Taoist in Tsing Yi must be a practitioner, and he can't see the depth at all, even if he was once powerful, he can't see a powerful practitioner.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi on the boat in the distance, standing with his hands on the bow, slightly raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the east, as if he was about to melt in the reddish morning light.

Long Qing looked at the back of the Taoist Tsing Yi, and suddenly had the urge to escape.

At this moment, there was a calm and overwhelming voice in his head.

"Is there really something like satisfaction in the world?"

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The Taoist in Tsing Yi on the sea in the distance did not turn around and naturally couldn't see if he was speaking, but Long Qing understood that the voice in his mind was the question of the Taoist.

Listening to this question, his vigorous eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little bit painful. He lowered his head and looked at a small shrimp struggling in the mucus beside his feet, and muttered: "What if you can't be satisfied? "

Then he raised his head and looked at the Taoist man in Tsing Yi on the boat in the distance, and said with a little bit of resentment and sorrow: "The light has abandoned itself, and the darkness does not bother to kill itself, a trash like me, What right do I have to say? What kind of life can I hope for?"

The voice of the Taoist in Tsing Yi once again sounded clearly in Long Qing's mind at a distance of hundreds of feet.

"You are bright, your eyes must be bright, you are dark, your eyes must be dark. You have experienced so many things in the past year, don't you still understand the true relationship between light and darkness? "

Long Qing remembered the dream of climbing in the academy, the dream that made him extremely painful, extremely proud, extremely brilliant, and finally extremely disappointed. Thinking of the golden light in the dream, he suddenly wanted to understand something, but his body suddenly became cold. , Began to tremble in the morning sun in the late spring.

"But that was not my original belief."

He stared at the Taoist man in Tsing Yi on the ship in the distance, and his trembling voice came out from his lips and teeth like a turbulent wind on the mast, with endless despair.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi did not turn around, still looking at the red sunrise with his hand holding his hand.

"Can faith satisfy you?"

Long Qing replied: "It used to be."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi was silent.

Long Qing lowered his head, looked at the little shrimp still struggling by his feet, and asked in pain, "Is this really okay?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi said: "Yes."

Long Qing asked in a daze, "Is it worth it?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi said: "Whether it is worth it depends on whether you are satisfied or not. If you are satisfied with the present, it is not worth it. If you are still unsatisfied, it is worth it. I always think that there is never real satisfaction in the world. , Then I think it’s worth it anytime."

Finally, it is back to satisfying the original problem.

Long Qing forcibly suppressed the shocked emotions, frowned desperately, thinking desperately, recalling the past time and conjecturing the future life in the long silence.

Are you really satisfied?

Leading beggars in Chengjing City to grab food to earn territory, abducted and abducted money, finally earned a sum of money to open a store in Song State to earn money, and started selling salted fish to earn money, so he went down peacefully and happily. , Became an ordinary successful businessman in the world, married a beautiful and gentle wife, took two concubines, had many children, until many years later, he became very old and confirmed that no one in Yan Kingdom was chasing him. Secretly took the family back to Chengjing, knelt beside the imperial road outside the palace, pointed at the same old emperor in Yujia, and trembled to tell his grandson that grandpa had a good relationship with him back then, but I should have been sitting there. .

Then he was about to die, and asked his family to carry himself to the Kingdom of Xiling, to the sacred mountain full of peach blossoms, squeeze in among the countless patients and women who came to pray to God for medical treatment, and then he lay weakly On the stretcher, watching the indifferent and proud temple cavalry and black deacons walking by, watching the majestic temples on the heights, two lines of turbid tears streaming down the old wrinkled cheeks, weak and crying that I should have been Just sit there.

That kind of life is right. For that kind of life, it is worthwhile to do anything, even if it deviates from the original belief and accepts the most painful spiritual baptism.

Long Qing stood in the morning light by the sea, standing between the fishy smell of salted fish and the fishy smell of the sea breeze, ignorant and ignorant of the smell, like a body that lost his soul, suddenly he knelt Come down.

With a crisp sound, his knees crushed the struggling shrimp in the mucus before him.

He looked at the small boat hundreds of meters away, looked at the body of the Taoist man in Tsing Yi, kneeling down with his hands on the ground, unable to worship, tears on his face silently, and trembled: "Please guide my path."

The voice of Taoist Tsing Yi resounded in his mind: "Follow me."

Long Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little confused. He didn't know how to approach the boat or how to follow the back of the Taoist man in Tsing Yi on the boat.

When he raised his head, he found that he was no longer a fishing port, but a vast and faint blue water. Seabirds fell into the sea from time to time, disturbing the morning light and sea color.

The back of Taoist Tsing Yi is only two steps away from him.

At some point, he has already arrived on the boat.

Long Qing looked at the Taoist Tsing Yi standing at the bow, shocked and speechless.

When he saw the picture on the side of the ship, his pupils shrank even more.

The South China Sea is much calmer than the East China Sea, but the wind and waves are still great. Ships that can navigate in the South China Sea are very particular about craftsmanship regardless of their size. The wood used for ship must be stacked in the shipyard for a long time before being constructed. It can only be used after wind, rain, sun, and sun.

In other words, any boat wood is dead wood.

However, a peach blossom was born on the side of the boat.

The dead wood gives birth to new peaches.

It was a black peach blossom, trembling slightly in the sea breeze, and the ink color was compelling in the morning light.

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(Report something to you. In the last two days, I really have emotional problems, and I really can’t write. Only these are my responsibility. I will reverse it as soon as possible, and I will never enter the mistakes of last month. , Fortunately, I can take a day off tomorrow. I will take care of the details and emotions. Then I have to put pressure on myself. I will watch three changes on Sunday and three changes on Monday. If it feels right, then I hope the three will be better. Continue for two more days and bow to everyone.)

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