Panguan

The wind passed through the courtyard, and the white plum branches swayed gently. When Xie Wen didn't look or hear it, he just stretched out his fingers to touch the swaying branches, and then said: "I don't know."

It's obviously a very simple three words, but it contains some inexplicable things.

When I heard it, my heart suddenly moved.

"How could you not know?" he said.

The courtyard was quiet for a while before Xie asked, "I don't know everything clearly."

This was still a conversation they wouldn't have had before, so some of the delusions were a little deeper.

"So what about you, why are you standing here looking at the trees in the middle of the night?" Xie Wen then turned to look at him, "You still look unhappy."

"Miss Shen?" He glanced at Bai Mei in front of him and paused slightly between words. Perhaps he was not referring to Shen Qiao alone, but to an old friend.

Wen Shi didn't know how to answer, so he simply skipped the question: "I'm not unhappy."

"Then you've been frowning here?" Xie Wen curled his index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows with his knuckle.

When smelling: "Habit."

As he said this, his eyebrows relaxed subconsciously. There was still some ice drink in the aluminum can, but he didn't drink it. His fingers lazily turned the wet mouth of the can. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Wen looking up at the moon.

In the past, Songyun Mountain was always beautiful at night. When the moonlight is abundant, the pine forest all over the mountain seems to be covered with a layer of silver frost. When the moon is thin, bright stars will be all over the top of the mountain.

But they had never seen it like this - standing side by side, looking up at the sky in the silence where no one spoke.

When he heard about it, he remembered the message from Zhou Xu and suddenly asked, "What were you like when you were a child?"

There was no warning about this question, and Xie Wen was really stunned for a moment.

It may also be because no one has ever asked him that, and his disciples don't have the courage or such curious thoughts. After all, in their eyes, the master seems to have been born with a wide robe, big sleeves, and a vague immortal aura.

As for the other people... they haven't even seen his face, so how could they have the chance to say these words.

Even Wen Shi had never asked before, because he knew that for the other person, being a child meant that he had not yet embarked on his later path. At that time, he should be living somewhere, with parents, relatives, and worldly ties.

That is really such a personal matter that no matter how close the relationship between master and disciple is, it will never be touched.

But today, Wenshi suddenly wanted to give it a try, even though he might not get any answer.

As expected, Xie Wen didn't speak.

He just looked away from the horizon, and when he looked at Wen Shi, his expression was complicated for a moment. But that look was fleeting. When he turned away and looked at a certain point in the distance, his expression had returned to its calm normal state.

Such silence should be expected, but there was still a hint of subtle disappointment when I heard it.

He was about to say, "Just pretend I didn't ask," or change the topic directly, when he heard Xie Wen say, "It's been too long. If you don't mention it, I can't even remember it clearly."

He didn't ask Wen Shi why he suddenly asked this, as if he knew everything.

"When I was a child..." Xie Wen paused for a long time, his voice warm and vague in the night, "I was never tired of having good clothes and good food, and my body was not diligent and I could not distinguish between grain and grain."

I was stunned for a moment when I heard it.

Xie Wen's loose hair around his forehead swept across his eyes in the night wind. He squinted and turned to look at Wen Shi: "Why is this expression unexpected?"

Quite unexpected indeed. But this surprise may be more due to the fact that he didn't expect Xie Wen to really answer.

When he heard the words "good clothes and good food", he actually had a picture in his mind. The man who once wore a wide robe and long sleeves, leaning against a white plum tree with his arms folded, would indeed look a bit like a young man if he took off the wind, dew and frost that had covered him for hundreds of years.

If she were younger, she would still be Zhilan Yushu when she was a teenager.

When I heard about it, I thought about those pictures, but I said, "Don't you have any advantages?"

If this was asked by a relative or disciple, it would be really treasonous. But Xie Wen just raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I often give people money, and my studies are pretty good, but -"

He took a sip of coke while smelling it and waited for his next words.

Xie Wen said: "It's just a flower stand."

When I heard it: "What do you mean?"

"I know everything from the book, and it's clear and logical. But after reading the book, I turned my back on it." Xie Wen said half-truth: "It's easy to hurt me. You can point to the heartbroken grass and say it's honeysuckle, and I can immediately Make a recipe for it, fry it carefully and drink it."

When I heard it: "?"

Xie asked: "Then it's time to prepare the coffin and cloth at home."

When hearing it: "..."

Xie asked: "Maybe you need to prepare some cinnabar."

He glanced at him when he heard it: "What are you doing?"

Xie Wen calmly said: "It's such an unjust death. It's easy to swindle the corpse."

Wen Shi silently swallowed the ice coke in his throat and thought about the scene for a moment. He wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand and tilted his head.

Xie Wen was quiet for a while, then asked in a deep voice: "Are you laughing?"

After hearing this, he turned around and said, "No."

"Yes." Xie Wen said.

He didn't recognize it when he heard it: "Did you see it?"

"I saw it." Xie Wen looked away from his face, tapped his Adam's apple with his index finger, and said, "It's moving here."

His original intention may just be to expose someone's harsh words, but when he heard it, he suddenly lost his voice and subconsciously pinched his Adam's apple.