Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 1357: The opposite side is the other side
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The ferryman is on the horizon.
That day was the sky projected under the Forgotten River, and Na Ya was an endless river. In that buzz, I did n’t know where it was going, and it turned into an endless Ya ...
Take a sip of forgetting the river water, maybe you can forget the once, Su Ming at the moment, crossing the boat, holding the paddle, the splashing water is scattered scattered, and a drop falls into the lips, bitter.
It ’s still the riverside of the Forgotten River, and it ’s still the wooden house that does n’t seem to decay in the years. Under that roof, Su Ming sits there silently, watching sky, watching the world, watching the rise and fall of sentient beings, The next person may come in the rainy night.
In the summer of the year, the rain brought a ray of coolness in the heat, and one night, outside this wooden house, there was another person.
It was a big man, a burly man with a burly figure and a handsome appearance. This man stood silently beside the wooden house and silently looked at the river, his expression showing a low.
"Shipman." He whispered to open mouth.
Su Ming sat under the wooden house, raised his head, and merged into the dark face. When he looked at the big man, he smiled, crossed Canglan, and came to First Senior Brother.
"This river is called Wangchuan." The big man looked at the river and whispered to open mouth.
"Yes."
"The opposite side is the other side?"
"I don't know."
"I'm waiting for someone." When Dahan turned his head and looked at Su Ming, moonlight fell on his face, with deep reluctance and an indescribable sadness in his eyes.
Su Ming smiled, got up and walked to the stern, turned back and looked at the big man calmly. This big man was silent for a while, and laughed, the laughter grew louder and laughed. Tears seemed to stay, stepped into the bow between steps, and sat cross-legged.
On the night of the lonely boat, the night when the river was forgotten, the rainwater spattered into the river and made a continuous sound. It fell into the boat and struck the boat, as if telling the dust and the afterlife.
Shimen brothers of the previous life. In the same boat of this life, Su Ming looked at the distance, the smile on his face gradually turned into a sigh of his heart, until he reached the other shore, until the big man stood up in silence. Took the bow.
"The person I'm waiting for is my Little Junior Brother. If you see him, please tell him ... he ... he must come!" Dahan didn't look back, strode forward, and walked away.
Su Ming looked at the figure of the big man for a long time. Nodded gently.
"I will." He turned around, on the lonely boat, returned to where he should wait, and continued to wait for the next person.
Rainy night this season. It seems that the departure is slower, even after a few months, it has been raining for a long time, whether it is day or night, as if someone is crying in the sky. The tears spilled into the world and became rain.
Especially at night. When the wind blows, raindrops fall on different places in earth, or soil, or leaves, or boat wood, or river water, or the eaves where Su Ming is located. These different sounds come at the same time, forming a This kind of nature is easy to ignore if you don't listen carefully.
Su Ming sits under the eaves, blends into the darkness, listens to the rain, calms down, looks at the distance, and spends the cold of the rain silently until the depths of midnight, a candlelight is lit and Su Ming is placed on the eaves Next, carefully put on the hood so that the blowing wind could not extinguish it, making the light the only light in the dark night, so that the people who would come at night would not see here and would not be lost Direction.
Looking at the candlelight, Su Ming does not think about what he has done, does not think about his own cultivation, does not care about the advent of the catastrophe and Three Desolates, the only thing he cares about is that in the years of these two princes, he To be one, carrying a friend, carrying a lover, going to the other side of the boat.
When I do n’t know when, I covered the heart of Su Ming with a piece of clothing, and a piece of lizard covered his soul. He lowered his head, and under the hat, stared at the candlelight in the lampshade and saw the candlelight World, seeing the joys and sorrows of the people he knew in that world.
Until a dawn is coming, a ghost comes around him.
A whole body hidden in the dark, standing opposite Su Ming, watching the ghost of the candlelight in the lampshade together. He looked at the candlelight, with unspeakable complexity in both eyes, he gradually raised his head and looked Su Ming.
"You have concealed others, but you can't conceal me ... Since this is your decision, I only hope ... can be there one day and still see my Little Junior Brother.
You are the boatman in this life, let's go and take me across the river. "The ghost smiled, but the smile was bitter and astringent.
Su Ming raised his head, looked at the ghost in front of him, and looked at his Second Senior Brother. He stood up silently and swayed the paddle silently until he reached the other side.
"I don't have money for the boat." Ghost, standing on the bow of the boat, slowly to open mouth.
"The previous life has been given." Su Ming shook his head and watched his Second Senior Brother. Second Senior Brother seemed to laugh after hearing this sentence from him. Forgetting the river, it was still clear when passing the lonely boat.
"This is not your responsibility."
"This is my original intention."
The ship is far away, forgetting the river and forgetting the river, across the past and present, between the past and the present, perhaps through a forever hard to see ... I ca n’t tell whether he sent him or he sent him ...
Who is he, who knows Su Ming, Second Senior Brother, and maybe even outsiders.
Ride Canglan, send away First Senior Brother, watch Second Senior Brother go away, Su Ming in that gaze, once again returned to the place where these two Jiazi years belonged to him, that by the wooden house that no longer rot in those years, It's just ... the wooden house can not be decayed, but the face of Su Ming is no longer a youth, but a middle-aged.
Middle-aged, he has a stubble on his face, the whole person has a touch of vicissitudes, but most of the face is covered under the hat, the sun ca n’t shine, and his eyes ca n’t be clearly seen, perhaps. Only the candlelight in front of you can see this sighing face.
The rainy day seems to be coming soon. On another rainy night, Su Ming looked at the candlelight and turned his head to see a small white flower blooming next to the wooden house, somehow.
The flower is beautiful, but it's just trembling in the rain, but it seems to be shaking, but it is still blooming persistently.
Xuan in the rain, strong in beauty, like a woman.
It is in full bloom quietly, without a rich fragrance, without the elegance of grace, very simple, very common, but in this rainy night, in the eyes of Su Ming, it is the only one.
Looking at the Xuanhua in the rain, Su Ming walked over, and there was an extra paper umbrella in his hand, covering the rain with the white Xuanhua, the umbrella was not big, but it could cover all the wind and rain Covered, as if the warmth given to the little white flowers, the flowers bloom, like a woman in the mind of Su Ming smiling at him.
The smile was very beautiful. Looking at it, Su Ming also showed a smile on his face, just looking at this flower in silence, as if he could go to see his life.
After all, the rainy season is still over. In the autumn wind season, Su Ming put this little white flower in a flower pot, placed it in front of him, and took care of it with the temperature of his body. companion.
From a distance, it seems that there is a woman sitting next to Su Ming, side by side with Su Ming, watching the sunrise together, waiting for the sunset together, watching the moon together, and counting the stars together.
Leaves scattered in the wind, and a piece of it fell in front of Su Ming, and fell in the palm of his hand. The leaves have an autumn color, and the clear vein seems to hide someone ’s life. Count the traces of this vein.
And the most beautiful thing in autumn is not the autumn leaves dancing in the wind, but the sunset. The red sunset slowly falls on sky, and the afterglow falls on earth, gradually pulling the shadow of Su Ming longer and longer, but If you look closely, you will find that the longer and longer shadows are slowly fading. After the sunset, the shadows will disappear. You ca n’t tell whether it is integrated into earth or into the night, It's just like not knowing when the years will end, whether in the distant world, whether you really have a meeting with them ...
Like the sadness of this autumn, looking at the autumn leaves in the palm of your hand, Su Ming's sigh seems to spread all the thoughts of the rest of his life in these two Jiazi.
At dusk, when Su Ming's shadow merged into Wangchuan River, he could not see the shadow behind him, nor could he see the shadow. In fact, the woman's reflection appeared.
Time seems to be still at this moment, the picture is beautiful, some autumn leaves fall, some fall into the Forget River, and ripples make the shadow of Su Ming fluctuate, making the shadow of the woman seem to melt. Let the picture no longer be calm.
When I bowed my head, the little white flower showed signs of withering, but it seemed to stay with me because I wanted to spend more time with myself.
At raise the head, in the dusk, a woman in a red dress, with a ray of arrogance, carrying a sword, came from a distance, her pace was unhappy, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed she could All eyes around him condensed, not because of her beauty, but because of the strength from the heart.
Different from the gracefulness of ordinary women, it is a mature charm. Like its clothes, it is as fiery as the sun, and from a distance it looks like a fierce horse. If you have the ability to conquer, then she belongs to you.
If you ca n’t conquer, she belongs to a distance.
"Shipper, do you have any wine." As she approached, the woman stopped by the wooden house, her eyes deep, looking at Su Ming.
Su Ming looked up and smiled.
"Well? Your boatman is not too young, but she looks pretty charming." The woman glanced at Su Ming and suddenly approached a few steps closer to Su Ming, carefully watching the face of Su Ming.
"No wine, there may be on the other side of the river." Su Ming smiled at to open mouth.
"Then what are you waiting for here, and don't cross the boat!" The woman smiled like a rose in full bloom, turned around and stepped on the boat. When she turned around, she saw Su Ming got up and turned the little white flower that was about to fade, Also brought into the stern.
At the moment when the sunset left, I forgot to go on the river, the boat went, the hull on one side ... three shadows deep.