When Xu Qian talked about Sister Meng, Da Di, Cheng Yiyun and Sister Fo, I couldn't help but think of Chen Ziyue, and I felt sad.
Especially when she mentioned the "New Four Little Flowers", doesn't this term correspond to the "Four Little Flowers"? Nowadays, the "Four Little Flowers" have become a thing of the past.
"The shadows of Xianyuntan are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns. Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely." The endless thoughts in my heart made people unable to help but shed tears in my eyes.
Nowadays, Chen Ziyue, a close disciple of Su Muzhe, the leader of the "Four Little Flowers" who represents the mountain-moving sect, has passed away. He has made gold from a hill and moved mountains to unload ridges. Without one sect, it has become an incomplete lineup.
Apart from Da Di, the only one in the Gold Touching Sect is in decline. Da Di took care of Gu Li and basically did not participate in the operation. My two-dollar generals, Sister Fo and Cheng Yiyun, now also have their own trivial matters. This incomplete lineup is sad and lamentable.
Time passes, things change and people change, the wind becomes sentimental, and people become hesitant.
In the end, things and people change, and there are piles of dead leaves. The days slip silently through my fingers, and the years are blank and leave no trace. But I clearly know that my heart still longs for a corner of mulberry land, where I can listen to the occasional falling
The rain fell, the wind blew. So, I often think back to the memories of the past, which just came and went away quietly.
I rubbed my eyes, but there was nothing in front of me. Only the bird and me lying silently on the window eaves. The scenery on the other side of the bank that I couldn't see has gradually become unfamiliar to me. Memories are a kind of pain, a journey.
It was an invisible poison. When I walked into the original room and sat on the bed, every furnishing in the room was so familiar, but the person who owned it was no longer there.
Too many people pass by in a hurry without a chance to see each other again; too many things are gradually forgotten while they are kept in mind. The first wish is that when time flies, wander with the circumstances; the second wish is that things are different and people are different, never lose and never forget; third wish: things are different and people are different.
I hope that when the water flows slowly, the earth will grow old and the world will grow old.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you still feeling sad?" Xu Qian saw what was on my mind and quickly comforted me, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I shouldn't tease you."
"It's okay. I don't blame you. I just think about Zi Yue and my heart feels sour. I can't hold it back."
"Zi Yue is gone, you have to live well."
Walking through the mottled years, I miss the scenery I passed by; the songs I once sung; the tears I once shed; the people I once loved; the things I once gave up. I miss the past that drifts away with the wind, and when the remaining memories come to an end,
, looking back, things have changed.
"I know, I'm fine." I took a long breath, calmed down, and said with a smile, "What can happen to me? I still have a big family like you, I have to live well."
In fact, for such a long time, I have slowly overcome my sadness. A person is destined to walk many roads and see a lot of things and people before he can mature and be calm. The past must eventually become a real memory.
, and the depth of memory, does it mean that it is unforgettable in everyone's heart.
"After all, time will not turn back for anyone. It will only ruthlessly present those yellowed memories and try to change everything." Xu Qian said.
"Sister Qian, why are you still feeling sad?"
Now that we have become human beings, what else can I give to exchange for your sweet smile, to continue writing everything we have not accomplished yet. Looking back, I will always recall the flowers blooming and falling on the other side, facing the distance.
Time, time never detours, and when nostalgia comes to an end, things have changed. When nostalgia is just nostalgia, abandon sentimentality. What time has taught us is: cherish every bit of now. That's all!
"Nonsense, is it possible that I don't have feelings? Ziyue is also my sister, and I always think of him."
"Forget it, it's better not to say it. The more I say it, the more sad it becomes." I actually know in my heart that for such a long time, I have never been able to truly let go. I still want to guard my own land, know myself in loneliness, and reflect on my memories.
Taste. This may be the sadness exclusive to the rainy season, the mottled mark left by time, carrying us along the way, and gradually becoming unfamiliar.
"Sometimes, you really should have a good hard time. Crying is not only a way to vent your vulnerability, but also a tenacious self-improvement. I hope that the full tears left on the sleeves of your spring shirt will bring you peace and splendor tomorrow."
"Well, I understand. Don't worry, I'm fine."
How many times have passed, Lu is still there, but the years have blurred our backs. Perhaps our love blooms like flowers, which is just a season of beauty, and finally passes away with the withered flowers.
There are always some people in this world who have to wait until a thousand sails have passed before they start to know how to look back; they have to wait until they are displaced before they start to know how to cherish; they have to wait until things have changed and people have changed before they start to miss them.
Although you can peck at the gray hair next year, you won’t be able to enjoy it even if you leave an empty nest!
"I don't want to admit that things have changed and people have changed, but time has never moved back."
"that's right!"
The mottled years make a heart that remembers the past still stay in the clear and touching world of yesterday. If there were not such hot eyes to follow from the beginning, then there would not be such a deep sense of loss when the prosperity comes to an end.
, but after all, time will not flow back for anyone, it will only ruthlessly present the yellowed memories and try to change everything; now that people have become right and wrong, what else can I give in exchange for your sweetness?
With a smile, we continue to write everything we have not yet completed.
In the years we were together, although there was no romance of holding hands, nor was there any touching feeling between flowers in front of the moon and under the moon, in fact, in my heart at that time, I really regarded you as the yearning in my life.
In the Yuexie, everyone except Si Weiqi was present.
When Xu Qian stepped into the pavilion, everyone stood up to greet her. After being polite, Xu Qian made a meaningful gesture and invited Si Weiqi to sit up.
After sitting down, Si Weiqi got straight to the point: "This mission is unusual, so we specially removed the elite forces."
I looked around and saw that the so-called "new four little flowers" that Xu Qian mentioned were indeed no ordinary people. I couldn't help laughing and said, "I am one of the four golden flowers. I didn't expect it to be you."
In fact, there were only three people present, and one was still on the way.
They are Si Jiumei's beloved daughter Sima Jingjing, who caught a glimpse of Brother Zeng's daughter Aisha when she was vacationing in Bali, and the second daughter of Faqiumen, Cheng Yuming, Aiyuan and Cheng Xiaojie, who had just been discharged from the hospital.
I thought to myself: "What a good Xu Qian, you really know how to make the best use of people!"
Xu Qian asked them to introduce each other and said: "The situation is not optimistic now. First of all, we have to find the Longling Silk Book before Si Weiyu and the others, and then unlock the secret behind it. We must do it as quickly as possible, otherwise we will be tricked by them."
If you take the first step, it will be even more difficult to leave."
When we each prepared, we set off for Lingnan the next day to meet the last golden flower.
This person is none other than Master Gu’s beloved disciple, Sissy.
The sky is dim, and the lush mountains in the distance are shrouded in a hazy mist. The green pines and cypresses, wild grass and flowers are full of vitality. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.
In this dense forest, a small river flows trickling down the mountain.
Next to the river at the foot of the mountain, there is a small village with antique buildings scattered here and there. Occasionally, cars go out along the road, causing a few dogs to bark.
The ancient village has not yet awakened.
This is Nanling
At the edge of the remaining vein, the small river flowing through is said to be a spring of immortality. Drinking from the spring here can cure diseases and eliminate disasters. Therefore, the water here was used by the palace in ancient times, and this river nourished the people here. People here
Call it Qinghe.
But there is another version of this legend. Because there is a lot of miasma in Lingnan, the spring water is also regarded as poisonous water, containing highly poisonous water. When Zhuge Liang conquered the Southern Barbarians and captured Meng Huo seven times, the soldiers were poisoned because they drank the spring water and almost died.
Success is a failure.
And this village is called Qingquanzhuang.
Qingquanzhuang is not a big place, with only more than 300 households. People live a prosperous and comfortable life.
Because it is far away from the urban area, many ancient buildings have been preserved. Nowadays, thanks to the convenient transportation and beautiful scenery, it has become a scenic spot.
Every holiday, many people come here to enjoy the mountains and rivers, or visit ancient courtyard houses.
It is said that someone wanted to build a high-end villa area and resort here, but it failed to happen due to various reasons. It was simply that the purchase price was too high, and there were several big shots in the village who did not want to be ruined by the noisy environment. Although it was already a
It's August, but it's still very cool in the morning.
This is Sissi's hometown.
In a courtyard with three entrances, the main door of the backyard opened, and a middle-aged man came out bare-chested and holding an ancient sword with a black sheath.
First I did a set of punches to warm up, and when the activity started, I took out the ancient sword and started practicing sword skills.
I saw the cold light shining with extraordinary momentum, and the leaves nearby were rustled by the knife wind.
Seeing us coming, he suddenly put away his knife and stood up, adjusting his breathing.
"Good sword skills!"
He thought about the moves he had practiced and said, "It's still not ready!"
He sighed.
"Brother's sword skills are sharp and swift, already extraordinary."
"Excuse me. I remember when the old man practiced this set of sword skills, it was as if he had created something new in the world. It is still imprinted in my mind. Compared with him, I am far behind."
"Don't say that. Even though a sword and a stick can last a lifetime, a few years is not enough to truly master the skills of a sword." I consoled him.
He raised the ancient sword and stared at it. The pattern on the blade was simple and cold, "This is made of Kunlun cold iron. It is a heirloom of my family."
Although in this era, cold weapons are just people's collections and have no great use anymore, and martial arts are only for performances, and no one has inherited them.
"I don't know if I can still pass on this set of sword skills." He sighed and sheathed the sword.
"Are you here to see Sissi?"
"Yes."
"She's in the house, please come in."
"Brother must be Sissi's brother, right?"
"Exactly, just call me A Bin."
With that said, A Bin led us into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He cooked millet porridge in a casserole, steamed the frozen dumplings, and then went back to the room to wash up.
The warm water passed over his body. He was twenty-four years old, with sword-like eyes and starry eyebrows. He was tall and tall, with obvious muscle lines. He was strong but not bloated.
After taking a shower, I came out and knocked twice on the door of the east wing, "Get up, it's time to eat."
"I got it, bro."
Sissi's lazy voice came from the door.
He turned around and walked into the kitchen in the west wing to prepare two cold dishes, one salted duck egg pickled by himself and the other cucumber.
There are only two brothers and sisters in the family. His father died in an accident when he was in junior high school, and his mother died earlier, after giving birth to Sissi. A Bin was six years old that year and still had some memories, but Sissi was
Don't know anything.
Chapter completed!