Chapter 23 Chapter 21

"Okay, what do you want Daoist book for?" In the Ouxiangxie, Xichun looked at Miaoyu and asked, his hands were separating the chess pieces on the chessboard and putting them into the chess box. "It's nothing? I just want to see it." Miaoyu said.At this time, the sunlight moved behind the window, and the tea was changed a few times.Under the green windows of the lotus root champagne, the cold fragrance is not exhausted, and the chessboard is chaotic.The game between Xichun and Miaoyu always ends in the late afternoon, like two lonely clouds passing each other but never saying goodbye.Then they return to a quiet place.

"I'm leaving, when will I get the book?" Miaoyu got up and asked, she always treats people cleanly, and hits the nail on the head.Many people don't like her fierceness, but Xichun likes it. With Miaoyu, you don't need to say anything, or you can be happy with anything you say.This is very important, so their conversations are often as direct as a cold spring, reaching the heart quietly, and then in a flash, the cold and clear wisdom quickly fills every tiny blood vessel, which is a joy that only smart and wise people can enjoy. "The day after tomorrow." Xichun took a sip of tea and smiled, "I'll go to Guanli tomorrow to pick it up."

"Tea is fine, water is not good, I will send you a jar of good water in the future." Miaoyu smiled coldly, and walked out without being polite. Xichun smiled, her face was warm with spring blossoms, she leaned against the door and watched Miaoyu's figure gradually disappear among the red flowers and green willows in the Grand View Garden, she was dressed in black, which was hard to keep.But also because of Qing Su, the first shot appeared to be weak. Looking from a distance gives birth to pity, and Zhiqing is also pitiful. Suddenly, Xichun stopped smiling.Can't laugh anymore.The smile on Xichun's face was like the water pattern in Qinfang Pond, disappearing round and round.With a feeling in her heart, she went to the corridor and looked down. The blue water reflected her youthful and beautiful face and calm eyebrows.

The unresolved melancholy in the eyes of Meishan. Don't you want to walk the long road in the world alone like her?There is no word, no joy, no anger on this road, and life flows silently like water.The youth in the left hand, the reflection in the right hand, watching myself lose my youth, white hair and eyebrows?Xichun, do you think so? She saw the hesitant eyes of the man in the water, then she shook her head slightly and said clearly, "I don't want to." In an instant, Xichun was amazed at the blaze of her heart.How cynical I used to feel, thinking about leaving the world, now it seems completely wrong.

"Then why? What do I want?" She saw the road ahead from Miaoyu's back, a brand-new fear, strange uneasiness and restlessness gradually took shape. Xichun closed her eyes and meditated carefully, she could enter a state of meditation without meditating.Slowly, in that void, she saw the chess pieces in her and Miaoyu's hands turned into pens, and the chessboard turned into water.They wrote in the water, and those thoughts disappeared as they wrote. "What is your heart searching for, and what is the meaning of your existence?" "Love, hate, anger, joy and anger, they occupy your mind and lead your thoughts, but have you ever thought about what shape they are, what color they are, where they come from, and where they go? Want to understand these reasons There is no place to come from, and no place to go, reaching the state of "nothing to gain."

She and Miaoyu asked each other.But such a confrontation of ideas will inevitably have no clear result in the end.There is no superiority, right or wrong, just intertwined, gradual and in-depth. Miaoyu said: "I can gradually see the void, but that door, Xichun, suddenly disappeared from my eyes. What kind of vision is this?" She looked into her eyes, walked into the bright and vast interstellar space, as if she was in the clear and cold water, and she replied: "I don't know. I can't understand. I am like a child with a wreath, although I know the flower in my hand It has withered, but I am still reluctant to discard it. I am vaguely dissatisfied, because my life is still damaged, and I am trapped in this damage and cannot see through it. I am willing to let it go, and approach it lightly. Miaoyu, I still can’t see where the void is.”

"Then—this is here." Xichun quietly opened her eyes, her smile was like the first sunshine on the horizon. Miaoyu's figure has disappeared.The iris-like deep pity for Miaoyu has also changed into Xichun's own violet-like melancholy—there are still some things I haven't heard of, and some people I haven't seen.How can a heart that has never been satisfied be satisfied and quiet? Leaving the void of thought, she became calmer and able to re-examine herself carefully. Thinking of my sixteen years, I have spent them in this deep house.Xichun apologizes to herself.Fortunately it was only for a moment.Seeing Ruhua walking towards her at a glance, Xichun's face immediately recovered the indifferent emotion, turned around and walked into the Ouxiangxie.

The sky is getting darker, the light of flying across the water has gone, the candlelight in the Ou Champs is dim, and Xichun's face is blurred in the candlelight, like a silk painting in an ancient tomb. Entering the painting, she saw her gradually brighten the candlestick. Xichun's face looked fresh and delicate in the sudden light, as if she caught a glimpse of the momentary beauty of a white utama blooming at night. "Girl." Ru Hua said softly, "The old lady passed on the meal." The astonishment of the moment just now remained in her eyes, and she was forced to breathe a little bit.

"Let's go." Xichun put down the small scissors in his hand and walked into the inner room.Ru Hua looked at her from behind, and couldn't tell her any difference, but it was like a sudden light in front of her just now.She could feel that Xichun was slightly different from before.This feeling is like the moment when the beginning of spring comes. In an instant, there are trees in the garden, under the stove in front of the hall, and even people's eyebrows and eyes have a gentle spring. Xichun said to Ruhua who helped her tidy her bun: "I'll go back to my ancestors after dinner, and you will accompany me to Xuanzhen Temple tomorrow."