Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 1383: I do n’t know how old I am in my dream
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"When you know you, you are not you, when you don't know you are you ... you, you are." The muttering voice echoed in the ear of Su Ming, hovering in his mind , Until this sentence became a thunderous noise, roaring past in his mind, both eyes of Su Ming suddenly opened.
Sometimes there was sweat on his forehead. The sky outside was silver, that was the falling of snowflakes, and the earth wrapped in silver refracted the night sky that was not black.
Su Ming sits cross-legged in a natural cave formed by a crack in a mountain. This is the third month after he galloped towards Seven Moons Sect. On this seemingly endless earth, Su Ming meditated and adjusted on this site. breath.
It is extremely far away from Seven Moons Sect. Even if Su Ming is a heavy god, this long journey can still take almost a few years to go.
So on this way, instead of galloping without stopping, he rested from time to time to keep his cultivation practice at the peak. At this moment, he opened his eyes from meditation.
Looking silently at the night sky outside, Su Ming thought of his previous dream. He rarely dreamed, especially when meditating cross-legged, the dream would not appear, but it just appeared.
There is only one sentence in the dream that Su Ming is familiar with. The reverberation of this speech, even if Su Ming opened his eyes at this moment, can still wrap around his ears for a long time.
In the silence, Su Ming stood up and walked out of the stone cave. In the snow and snow, leaving footprints all the way, he walked towards the distance, walked over the mountain, walked over the river that was not until he walked At sunrise, at sunset, he saw a city in front of Su Ming.
At dusk in the city, there was a lot of lights, and a bustling voice came out, and there was a lot of excitement ... looking at the city. Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened it later, he walked towards the city.
Walking in the dusk, walking into the city, the big red lanterns hanging from house to house, the sound of silver bells with many children laughing and playing, and the face of the whole city, almost everyone smiling, reminded Su Ming Now ... in the past ten years. Every year today, his master will take him to an unfamiliar city, where he will feel a new year atmosphere.
This is the new year. It was the last day of the year. When dusk passed, the night fell until the sun appeared again. It would be another year of new beginning.
This day of the year is a day celebrated by the ancient Tibetan nation, all the cities in the country. All of them are filled with such an atmosphere. The lanterns hung by the households are shining in the wind and snow, and it seems that they can drive the cold away from every home. Let this day ... not cold at night.
Su Ming walked in the city and looked around. He gradually lowered his head until he walked to a corner of the alley. There ... there is a noodle stall in the cold wind. The rolling boiling water raised a lot of white gas, which obscured the old man who was cooking noodles.
The noodle stalls are not big. There are only four or five tables. There is a tent-like curtain covering the snow, but it ca n’t cover too much wind. There are three or two men sitting there, eating hot food. Noodles, drinking noodle soup, seems to disperse the cold.
"Wu Lao, this big New Year's Eve, you don't take out a few jugs of your old wine, let's try it out." A man who eats noodles smiles loudly to open mouth, the white spit out of his words It is obvious in this snowstorm.
"A few of you ... nothing." The old man who was cooking noodles seemed to smile, turned around and took out a jug and put it on the table.
"That's right, and it's worthwhile for a few of us to continue coming here to accompany you to celebrate the New Year." The big man immediately picked up the jug and took a sip quickly, said with a smile.
Su Ming, it was at this time that he walked into this noodle stall and sat by the table and chairs in the corner, watching the snow outside.
"Store, a bowl of noodles."
The old man who cooked noodles looked back at Su Ming, took out the bowl, filled a large bowl of noodles, and put some more meat in it before reaching Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at the noodles on the table and ate it silently. The noodles tasted very good, the noodle soup was very hot, and it was warm after entering the mouth. It seemed that it was no longer particularly cold in this wind and snow.
As time goes by, when the night falls, too many people ca n’t be seen on the street. This is a festival and a day for family reunion. At this time, the family is often together and watching the children laugh. , Watching the shining of candlelight, in this night, in the warmth of that home, experience the warmth between loved ones.
Compared with the wind and snow outside, this warmth is almost everyone, but Su Ming here ... no.
Until the few big men in this stall also left, the sobbing wind made the tent make a hula-hula sound, and Su Ming sighed.
"Why don't you go home?" The old noodle cook sat down, picked up a pot of old wine that had been warmed for a while, took a sip, and looked at Su Ming.
"No way found." Su Ming said silently, silently.
"It's not that you can't find a way, you don't have a home." The old man smiled, picked up another jug of wine, came to Su Ming, and sat down in front of Su Ming.
By the fire, Su Ming raise the head, looking at the old man, this is a mortal, a wrinkled old man who has reached the end of his life.
"How about you." Su Ming picked up the hip flask, took a sip, and looked at the snow outside, the gentle to open mouth.
"There is a family, but I am the old man alone. There is no difference between going back and not going back. It ’s better to be here." The old man smiled. In that smile, it seemed that there were more wrinkles on his face, making The smile seemed to be bitter.
Su Ming did not speak, drinking wine, in the cold wind, in the snowflakes falling, the moon appeared in the night sky. Compared with the surrounding ten thousand lights, this stall also had lights, just under the lights, Not warm, but a kind of gloom.
A kind of ... the change of thoughts, it seems that every time I miss this moment, the beauty in my memory was thought to have been buried in the bottom of my heart, and became a painless heartless, but now, under the shadow of this light Here, there is the pain that the wind can't be scattered and the snow can't be buried.
In that pain and cold, Su Ming thought of grandfather, thought of the Senior Brother of Nine Peaks, thought of Yu Xuan, Canglan, Xu Hui ... and the bald crane, and the faces in the memory.
Thinking, thinking, drinking a pot of wine.
Drinking wine, because there are no more tears, only wine is regarded as tears. After swallowing, it becomes the bitterness and astringency that can never be resolved in the heart. So ... Su Ming only knew that he was still alive.
He only knew that he had n’t died before he could have more determination to make all this change, even if it was almost impossible, but ... Su Ming also had to make it possible!
"What about your family?" When the old man looked at Su Ming, he took out a jug of wine and placed it in front of Su Ming.
"Are you far away, far away?" Su Ming shook his head.
"Old man ’s family, hehe, there were a lot of them. I have a grandchild, and he also has a group of friends, all of whom are my family ... He also found several wives, his family was originally lively and lively Yes. "The old man drank the wine, and his memories appeared in his eyes.
"But one day, when I woke up, he was gone, we could n’t find him, the original lively home, there was no more lively, until everyone went out to look for him, find and find, they all left Well, I went to many places, I do n’t know if I found it.
Here, only me is left, and my home is empty. I do n’t know where he went, and I did n’t go out looking for it. I want to stay here, light the lamp at home, wait for him, if one day When he came back, I didn't want him ... I couldn't find my home, I didn't want him ... I couldn't see the lights at home. "The old man murmured and his voice was hoarse. In this snowstorm, there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes.
"Actually, the old man is not lonely ... compared with me, our emperor, he is lonely ..." The old man sighed and took a sip.
"We all know that the prince has three princes, and those three princes will be taken away when they are grown-ups, and they will go out to travel ... Once they are gone ... six thousand years ...
For six thousand years, he is alone, and he will also be lit in Imperial City forever to guide his prince to go home, because in the legend, every prince in our country has Maybe you lost yourself while traveling and did not know the way home. "The old man said, lowered his head, and seemed to be drunk.
The Su Ming was silent. After drinking the last sip from the jug, he stood up and walked to the old man ’s side. When the right hand waved, the surrounding snow and snow escaped, making the place warm, and then he walked out of this Around the stall, walking in the wind and snow, in the direction of Seven Moons Sect, out of the city, into the night wind.
Until Su Ming went away, until his figure disappeared far away into the night sky outside the city, the drunk old man slowly raised his head, stood up, and looked at the night sky, his face Change slowly, as the years change on him until he becomes middle-aged.
He sighed.
"When you know you are you, you ... not you, when you don't know you are you ... you, you are." As he sighed, the whole city was in an instant, It turned into an illusion, leaving him alone, standing alone in the wind and snow, turning around in this sigh and walking silently in the direction of the ancient Tibetan capital.
"What is true, what is false, Xuan'er ... It has been three thousand years, you ... when can you clear comprehension ... what you are looking for is true, what is true, what you think is false, and what is false "" The middle-aged man murmured, with a tingling heart, gradually disappearing into the snow and gradually disappearing.
There is only the sway of the snow and wind, it seems that there is a sigh in it, and in this world, it will be difficult to disperse for a long time ...