Renegade Immortal

"Heaven and earth are the places where things travel against the odds... Time is the place where passers-by from hundreds of generations are exposed to the sun and live like a dream. How many times are there for joy... and for what time..."

In June in Sioux City, after the season of revival of all things, it has entered the month of blooming flowers and colorful colors. The catkins flying all over the sky seem to be blowing away the remaining time with the last trace of their strength.

The catkins are all over the sky, looking like snow. This scene is beautiful, like snowflakes in summer, floating in the sky. If the wind is stronger, the catkins will dance more densely and flutter, just like a rootless life. It is beautiful at the same time. Blooming with a trace of unspeakable sadness.

They seem to have no home, and like wanderers who have left their hometown, they can only move with the wind. In the end, they don’t know where their fate is, and they don’t know where they will be blown by the wind. Perhaps on the river, they become the water and sky in the eyes of tourists. The scene, or perhaps it fell to the ground, merged with the dust, rolled into a ball, and was swept densely by the wind.

Their destiny is the wind. Different winds give them different lives.

There was a wisp of catkins, white and flowery, gently dancing in the air, and landed on the raised right palm of a young man in white standing on the head of a small boat.

The young man held the wine flask in his left hand, took a big sip, and spoke the heroic poem. His voice was not loud, but he conveyed a sense of freedom and ease as if he was searching for the end of the world.

Behind the young man, there followed a middle-aged man wearing a book boy's attire. The man had a sad face and a look of reluctance. Almost every time the young man took a sip, the middle-aged man felt more heartbroken.

"A pot of osmanthus wine costs seven coins. It's expensive. It's really too expensive! One sip is equivalent to half a coin..."

The catkins that fell on the young man's hand stopped for a moment, and seemed to have not reached the end. There was a faint sigh echoing, and it flew from the young man's hand again, drifting past his eyes, flying towards the distance, dazedly, and also revealed a trace of madness. It means, as if knowing that one's own life will end, running towards the place where he will return to the ruins without any fatigue.

Next to the river bank, there is a peach blossom forest. At this moment, catkins are flying, and peach blossoms are dotted. After the wind, the flowers fall into the river, floating on the water, rippling with the waves.

"Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and light peach blossoms float with the water." Wang Lin drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and his laughter echoed.

In addition to the boatman and the master and servant, there were also three women in beautiful clothes on the boat. One of the three women played the piano and the other two sang and danced, making the boat walk along the river and surrounded by catkins. After crossing a series of stone bridges across the river, I passed under the bridge and walked away leisurely.

"Dafu, get some wine!" Wang Lin laughed and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

Dafu grimaced, sighed and picked up a bottle of wine from the side, reluctantly handed it to Wang Lin, and almost cried.

"Sir, we really don't have much money this time... We are here to buy wine, and we have these three little ladies to accompany us. The daily cost is too high... Otherwise... ...How about we go ashore and find a cheap inn to save some money."

"What's the rush? The person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet." Wang Lin shook his head and smiled, took the wine bottle and took another sip, then sat aside and listened to the pretty woman stroking the strings and playing the music. The soft sound of the piano, which revealed a hint of joy, fell on Wang Lin's ears, but it still made it impossible for him to integrate into his mind.

"Sir, this time I took out all the things I had secretly hidden. You, you...grandma's, I've calculated it. If we continue to spend it like this, in seven days, we will have to beg for food!!"

It's been over a month, it's been over a month, who are you waiting for? Why haven't you come yet? "Dafu was extremely heartbroken and kept nagging beside Wang Lin like he was sincere.

Perhaps his appearance was very interesting, which made a woman beside him, who was tired from dancing, take a rest. Smile sweetly.

Dafu's eyes widened and he glanced at the woman. After muttering a few words, he simply picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.

"I want to drink more. This is good wine. It costs half a mouthful..."

"The sound of the piano is still not right." Wang Lin leaned on the side of the boat and shook his head gently. After a while, he drank a little too much. He got drunk and got up and walked to the woman playing the piano. He put his right hand on the guqin. The woman was pretty. His face turned red and he quickly took his hands off.

"I remember an unknown piece of music, but I heard it in my dream. She should have played it like this... Wang Lin whispered, closed his eyes, and slowly played the guqin with his right hand.

At first, it was full of jerkiness, and the intermittent piano sounds did not form a tune. But gradually, as Wang Lin's whole mind integrated into it, the piano sounds slowly became coherent.

An indescribable sad piano sound flew out from the side of the painting and spread around.

The two women resting on the boat stared at Wang Lin with blank eyes. The sadness conveyed by the music was very faint, but it penetrated straight into the soul, making people feel shocked after hearing it.

At some point, Wang Lin sat down where he was playing the piano, with the woman playing the piano beside him. Her beautiful eyes showed an indescribable look, as if she was lost in the faint sound of the piano that sounded like a sigh.

Even Dafu sat there after being stunned for a moment, drinking wine one mouthful at a time, forgetting his heartache, staring blankly at his right wrist, and became enlightened.

This piano sound was played by Li Muwan back then. It was a different tune, but the same charming sound had appeared in the hands of the blind girl in the land of demons.

At this moment, Wang Lin's closed eyes slowly shed tears. The tears fell on the strings, as if melting into the sound of the piano, and then drifted away.

His dream would come to him every night. In that dream, he saw a lot, but not all people were clear. There were a few people who were always blurry after appearing in the dream, but even though It was vague, but the feeling that made him sad was very, very deep.

Under the sound of the piano, the boat floated on the river and passed through stone bridges until dusk and sunset, and another night came.

Wang Lin waited for more than a month, but the person who was supposed to appear in the dream never appeared.

As the painting floated under a stone bridge, two people stood there on the stone bridge, silently looking at the painting, with the sad music playing in their ears.

These two people were both white-haired old men. One of them was wearing a green shirt. Although he was just standing there calmly, his body was as straight as a green pine.

His expression was filled with sorrow and his eyes showed wisdom. As he stood there, he felt the aura of a contemporary literary giant and a great Confucian.

He is Su Dao.

"What a sad soul. Such music cannot be played by ordinary people in their lifetime... And in the sadness, it reveals the vicissitudes of the ages, as if after countless years, looking back, there is a sad memory in the memory. The picture always fills my heart. Su San, this trip was not in vain." Su Dao's eyes showed emotion, looking at the painting boat under the bridge that was getting away, Wang Lin was playing the piano, and he spoke leisurely.

The old man behind Su Dao also sighed softly. If Wang Lin saw him at this moment, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This person was the old supervisor in the examination room who had been looking at his exam papers all the way to the end.

"The student didn't expect that he could also play the piano. But after seeing his test papers, he felt that he was extraordinary. When he came to visit the teacher a few days ago, he saw him on a boat and asked him to come here to meet him." The old man looked at him. Showing respect, he bent down and spoke softly.

The jackal went further and further away, and the sound of the piano slowly dissipated. At this moment, the old man in a robe, Su Dao, smiled slightly, stepped forward, pressed on the bridge railing, and shouted to the river below.

"Young man, tell me what you think the cause and effect is."

Wang Lin's hands paused, and the music stopped. He opened his eyes, looked back in confusion, and saw the old man in green shirt on the bridge. From his position, at this glance, he could only see the old man, and could not see the second old man behind him in the other direction of the bridge.

At this moment, the night is shrouded, and a bright moon hangs in the sky. In the night, the figure of the old man seems a little blurry, and even the surroundings of the bridge seem to be hidden in the moonlight and become hazy.

"Cause and effect..." Even Wang Lin's eyes seemed to be blurred at this moment. He stared blankly at the old man, at the bridge, at the surrounding scenery, and murmured.

"It shouldn't be like this... If all this is a rewind of time, if all this is a reincarnation, if all this is a dream, then what I should encounter is the me in the dream... But why now, What I met was this old man...why is this..."

Wang Lin had been waiting for more than a month. What he was waiting for was the scene he saw in a dream that made him wake up and be confused for a whole day and drink for a whole day. In that scene, he saw Another self appeared on the Su City River and on the stone bridge.

But now, he didn't meet himself in the dream, but this old man.

"This explanation doesn't make sense... I know about the Soul Refining Sect, and I can even vaguely guess that the person who appeared in the Soul Refining Sect hundreds of years later is me in the dream... However, all this has been changed by me I understand, but why don't I see him here... Wang Lin's eyes showed deep confusion. He couldn't figure it out. Even he himself was getting more and more blurred at the moment.

As Wang Lin became confused, the boat drifted further and further away.

When the old man on the stone bridge saw that Wang Lin didn't answer, he shouted again with a smile.

"Young man, tell me why you gave me cause and effect."

"Cause and effect... I am the cause, I am the effect..." Wang Lin's voice came slowly, and slowly disappeared as the boat went away.

Su Dao, the old man in green shirt, had a smile on his face. He looked at the painting board and disappeared from his eyes, then looked back at the students behind him.

"What's his name?"

The next chapter will be slower. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, happy holiday everyone. (To be continued