Panguan

There is no end to the long journey.

He kind of forgot where he came from.

I don't remember how long I walked in silence, maybe three days, maybe three years... When I heard it, I suddenly heard a soft rustling sound, like snow falling from a high branch.

He raised his eyes in a daze, and saw the pine forest stretching upwards.

That was a place he was very familiar with, the west slope of Songyun Mountain.

In fact, he shouldn't be surprised, he should have even expected to see Songyun Mountain here. But when he walked to the top of the mountain and saw the two houses through the shadow of the trees, he was still in a daze for a long time.

Maybe I walked too far in the snow before...

That's why at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had finally returned home.

The mountain and the mountain seem to be two worlds.

It was snowy when he came, but it was a clear night on the top of the mountain.

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and there are thousands of stars.

He didn't know what year and month it was, what time it was, but he saw a person sitting on the branch of the pine tree in front of him.

The man's long hair was tied up meticulously, one leg was bent, the blue waistband was almost wrinkled, and the long hem of the white clothes hung down along the branches. There were white puppet threads wrapped around his fingers, his eyes fell on the crescent moon, and he remained silent. I don't know how long I watched like this.

Wen Shi was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized...that was himself.

This is actually a very weird scene - looking at another self.

But when he saw the figure on the tree when he heard it, the fragments of the spiritual phase in the body shook. He suddenly became a little confused about who he was.

He seems to have just broken into the prison, and he seems to be sitting among the branches of the pine, looking at the crescent moon like a long hook.

...

The fingers of his left hand suddenly throbbed again, connected to his heart. When I heard it, I was bowed by the pain, pinched the most uncomfortable knuckle, and closed my eyes.

While he was slowly relieving the pain, he heard a squeak from the door not far away, and the rustling footsteps were unhurried, from far to near, and stopped beside him.

Breathing also stopped when smelling.

After a while, he heard a warm voice saying: If you don't sleep all night, what kind of eagle is it?

When I heard it, I suddenly opened my eyes, and even forgot the pain in my heart caused by my fingers.

He saw the blue sash around his waist, and the long white coat hanging down. Behind the head are the thick branches of the ancient pine, and in front of the eyes is the crescent moon. He turned his head in a daze, and saw the man in the red burqa holding a lantern, standing under the tree and looking at him.

no dust...

He moved his lips when he heard it, but no sound came out.

There was dryness in his throat, as if he hadn't been in the water for a long time. As long as you open your mouth, the words will choke there.

Why do you only stare at people and don't talk? Chen Dao's eyes reflected the light of the wind lamp, Is it a nightmare, or is it not the big Peng who is going to torture me?

As he spoke, he raised the lantern to shine on the left and right.

In the next moment, a bird as big as an eagle glides down from a higher tree, circles around him, and finally stops on Wen Shi's shoulder.

Wen Shi blinked slightly in the wind brought by the golden-winged roc's wings, and then said: No.

His voice was extremely hoarse, but because the answers were so short, only he could hear them.

It's three questions and half answers. I shouldn't have given you the golden-winged roc back then, but I should have given you a starling, who can teach you how to speak. Chen Baowa laughed half-truthfully.

When I heard it, my Adam's apple moved, and my throat was finally no longer so dry that I couldn't speak.

He added indiscriminately: I didn't arrive.

Then go to sleep. Chen Dao turned his face towards the room behind him, and stretched out his hand when he heard it.

When she heard it, she looked down at his hand, and after a long time, she reached out and grabbed it, and it fell from the pine branch.

It may be because my hand was as stiff as ice when I smelled it, but the palm holding him seemed surprisingly warm, and even the sharp pain on my fingers relieved most of it.

Chen Bubu was originally just borrowing some strength, and when the person fell to the ground, he let go of his hand.

The warmth wrapped in it disappeared instantly, and when I heard it, my hand felt cold again. He froze for a moment, and belatedly squeezed the most painful finger, the joint was so stiff that it was blue.

Maybe it was because the momentary stiffness was like some kind of subconscious retention, or maybe it was because his hands were really too cold. After a while, the warmth gripped him again.

The man didn't look back, and led him towards the house: Why is it so cold? I always tease you about snowdrifts, do you really take it seriously?

When I heard it, I looked at the tall silhouette of the other party, with the snow-white underclothes and the red robe draped over the shoulders, still looking impervious to the wind and rain. He suddenly couldn't remember why he came here.

...

It seemed like he should have been here.

No dust. He called out to the man.

The other party didn't respond immediately, and after a while, he gave a low um and turned to look at him: What do you want me to do?

Hearing this, he was silent for a moment and said, Nothing.

It's just that I can see you every day, but it seems that I haven't seen you for a long, long time.

Chapter 107

The life on Songyun Mountain is very good, he wants to see the dust if he can't see it.

Sometimes when I heard that I was practicing, when I turned my head when I was tired, Chen Dao would always look at him leaning against the door with his arms folded, and then turned his face into the room and said: Old Mao has fried medicine to relax the muscles and bones, come here and soak it Take a break.