Are You OK

nine

In the 30th year of my worship, Master was very sick.Two days before leaving, he called me to the bed and asked, "How is Gu Jiuan?"

I stared at him hesitantly.The master smiled and said, "Why did I accept you as a disciple?" I said, "I remember, you think my moves are like him." The master smiled and coughed, "Where did I have such an eye? Back then. Saved my life. Soon after you arrived at the Bakumen realm, I received a letter from him asking me to take care of the son of the deceased."

I couldn't speak for a long while.

He said he was illiterate.He never had a truth to me.

"He said that he is still alive, but he doesn't want to show up again, and that you don't know his identity. You are indeed a talent, but I will bring you under the sect, repeatedly recommend to the head, and give you the opportunity to do meritorious service. His grace."

The master sneered slightly: "Gu Jiu probably knew at that time that you would eventually climb to the position of the head. In terms of eyesight, no one is as good as him."

...

Is that right?In the heart of the masterpiece, have you said goodbye to me since then?

The leader returned to the west after two years, and I took over the side door as I wish.Thanks to my friends, although the skill is still mediocre, you will be called a hero when you walk into the rivers and lakes.It is important to know that my father has been righteous all his life and has never been called a hero until he died.

There are always friends who want to hold a red line for me and talk about marriage.They said that heroes should be worthy of beauties, and that my boss should be personally taken care of.After all, the voice was puzzled, so I just asked me why I didn't marry.I smiled and prevaried, but I replied: "It's pretty good now, it's annoying to have one more person."

They laughed at me at my incomprehension, and they missed how much Chunhuaqiuyue hated the world.

How can I hate things?I've copied even the poem, and stroked it on the letterhead for fear of writing it wrong: Huai Zai Huai Zai Zai Zai Zai Zai, the moon is back?

The sealer was old, his clothes always looked empty on his body, his ten-knuckles covered in calluses were stiff, and he could no longer do any work.He refused to use my money. From time to time, I sent clothes and utensils and stuffed money to neighbors and villagers and asked them to look after them.

It's unbelievable. When I think of him in my heart, I still have the youngest appearance in front of me.So that whenever I meet with him, I always feel shocked.I don't want to face his drooping eyebrows, just like I don't want to see my unrecognizable face.

The sealer started to get sick intermittently, and he was a little confused.Sometimes when I am halfway through a meal, I will suddenly ask me: "I'm not going home yet, aren't you afraid of your father coming to beat me?"

I put down the dishes and slowly said, "I have no home to go back, please take shelter for a while."

But I can't stay long.There are many orphans among the other disciples who regard Cangzhu Mountain as their home.Since I am in charge, I have to look after them.

One day I spread out the bamboo mat he made for me. After all, after so many years, some parts have been worn through, and I am reluctant to throw it away.Maybe it was because I was sleeping on the bamboo mat that night, and I went back to the bamboo forest in my dream, and I saw a beautiful silhouette.Someone wore a layer of sunset and danced freely, like a mountain god, and the sound of bamboo waves in the distance chanted an old ballad from the wasteland.

Did he dream of me?What does it look like?

I didn't ask him in the end.

When the winter entered this year, the illness suddenly worsened. I couldn't get water and rice. I tried my best to inject medicine. I was in a coma for ten days before seeing improvement.I take his pulse every day, and I know it’s time to prepare.It's just that I'm unwilling in my heart, and I always want to drag on for another year or a half.

The sealer gave face, stubbornly waded through the ghost gate once, but he has been dizzy and never awake.New Year’s Eve is approaching, and as usual, I must go back to the side door to attend the dinner.But this is probably the last New Year's Eve spent with him, and it is really impossible to leave.

My inspiration flashed-why not take him to the side door?I persuaded him for the rest of my life, so I should do it again.

I prepared the carriage, packed my luggage, and walked to the bedside and said to him, "If you don't make a sound, I will take it as you." The sealer turned pale and closed his eyes without any response.I was a little guilty, and while holding him up, I muttered: "The outside is pretty good. If you wake up, you can look at the lakes and mountains again, and you won't be in vain."

I held him out of the house and looked down. He still closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his thin cheeks.

...

On New Year's Eve, the village was beaming.I cleaned the shabby room alone, posted Spring Festival couplets, made a few side dishes, sat on his bedside with a hip flask, and poured and drank until the middle of the moon.

When the sound of firecrackers sounded in the distance, I leaned over to his ear, trying to say something auspicious, and I felt that this situation was really ridiculous.A few traces of blood were reflected on his face by the candlelight, as if he had been blessed with the Spring Festival.I suddenly remembered what it was like to kiss him when I was a child.

Thinking like this, I reached out and touched his pale lips.Dry and chapped, my fingertips hurt.Firecrackers sounded one after another everywhere in the village.I turned my head for a moment and said, "Surely you will be angry? What about being angry, now you can't help me."

I pressed my lips together and rubbed them, moistening it with saliva.I smiled and said, "You open your eyes and see, do they look like bridal candles?"

ten

I was not angry with me that night, and miraculously lasted fifteen.I even have the illusion that he will eventually get better, open his eyes to look at me, and then whisper a few words of reproach.

My position as the head is not stable yet, and I have not returned to the side door this time. According to my confidant, many people are ready to move.I stared at the secret report slowly turning to ashes in the stove, feeling dull.But if you give up at this time, what is this life for?

When I received the news that a capable subordinate was assassinated, I finally summoned two apprentices to take care of the stickman for me, and rushed to the side door to preside over the overall situation.

Just cleared out the rebellious party, the apprentice used carrier pigeons to send him the message of death.

The two apprentices were panicked and wanted to use their internal force to hang him.However, his heart pulse is like a candle in the wind, and he can't protect it at all.I ran two horses to death, and when I hurried back to the house, there were several neighbors outside the door, waiting for me to collect his body.

I jumped off the horse blankly and walked slowly to his bed.He was already cold, his pale and thin body looked like bamboo he had chopped for a lifetime, and his face looked like vegetation without sadness or joy.

Is it because I left?Or did he wait until I was away before he would die?

The apprentice Xu was afraid that I would blame him, so he knelt aside and consciously cried for him.I stopped impatiently, and asked, "What did you leave behind?" The apprentice recalled, and said in horror: "He woke up once and said a word, and the disciple tried to hear clearly..."

"what?"

"'Don't forget what you trust, it belongs to me.'"

I repeated it numbly: "I belong to the mountain..." This is a funeral he once explained.

For me, he didn't leave a word.

As promised, I buried him in the depths of the bamboo forest and kept him filial piety to Qiqiqi.There were very few clutter in the house. I only took away two Swordsmen, one of which was his and the other which I had used for a while, and it was full of rust.

On the return trip, I went around and scanned the tomb for my parents. I sat in front of the monument and got drunk once and told them all the events of these years.I talked about the elder child who was drawn by me with bamboo sticks, about the sound of cicadas in the small village, about rat medicine, about the sound of clappers, about side doors, about being chased by beasts when picking medicine, and about the Jinpa that my sister stayed on the case and was returned by me. , Talking about fireflies in the mountains, about killing people in the middle of the night, about many good things and regrets.

At the end I said: "Your second veteran taught me to be a good person. I failed to do it. It's not to blame him. If your second elder meets him, take good care of him."

I went back to the side door to be my hero.When people get old, they only feel that their youth is easy to pass away. For example, in the morning dew, how many gratitudes and hatreds are brought into the dust by old people.

There is only one thing that I always have in my heart.I don't understand why he didn't leave a word to me.I don't know if he went to Huangquan in the next year, can he find him and ask what happened.

The bamboo mat he gave me has several big holes.I was reluctant to throw it away. One day I took out his contemptuous knife. I ran to the nearest bamboo forest and cut a piece of bamboo. I moved the old bones a lot, and cut out the strips on the spot and brought it back. I wanted to find a way to repair it.As soon as I opened the two layers of mats, I suddenly saw something engraved on the back of the strips between the two layers.

I took a closer look, and it was a few small words: "Gu Zhi Gu Zhi, Hua Zai Hua Zai Zai."

Suddenly, I returned to my youth. I had a high fever and filled my mouth with a bitter medicinal taste. I dangled his arm and said, "Don't leave me, don't leave--"

He patted me on the back: "Okay, I have been there."

The Sealer·End