Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve Looking Back at Mu Yunyuan

midnight.It was raining lightly, and in Dayan Bay, only the sound of oars could be heard, and a small boat was about to unmoor. The pier paved with wooden boards quietly extends to the water surface, and wooden poles stir up a long string of lanterns, swaying in the rain, ready to be extinguished. A party of farewell soldiers had just dispersed, leaving the sky full of mist and rain.How many joys and sorrows of life and death have passed away, and it is time for the song to come to an end. On the bow of the boat a man in white was sitting in the rain, staring at the end of the smoke and water, holding a flute in his finger, not playing it, just silently in a daze, a boatman greeted the boat and turned the bow.

"Boater, wait a minute!" The stern of the boat had just moved a foot away from the shore, but someone shouted from the shore. The boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was stunned, but when he looked back, he saw a person galloping towards him, tapping the rocks on the shore, and landed gently and steadily on the bow of the boat. He was dressed in a red dress like a raging fire, with tight sleeves and waist, and black haired eyes. . "This is for you." The woman in red gasped, and passed something over, and put it in front of the man in ecstasy, "You keep her things."

It was a brocade pouch of white silk, embroidered with a few lines of teeny boys, which were graceful and elegant. The man's slack gaze finally condensed little by little, looking at the kit in front of him, but he didn't reach out to take it. Jin Bihui snorted, turned the kit over neatly, and poured out the dazzling bead inside: "I know, you don't want what's in it—" Without even thinking about it, she flicked the dust-proof bead Throwing, there was a soft beep in the dark night, and Liancheng Zhibao slowly sank into the dark bottom of the water without making a sound.

Yan Bai's eyes finally flickered, and he reached for the embroidered handwriting bag, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I owe you." "No. You didn't blame me." Jin Bihui interrupted, then suddenly took out a piece of paper and threw it into his arms, "I divorced you!" She looked at him, and suddenly felt that the grievance and anger that had been suppressed so easily surged up again, and she almost couldn't help but want to beat and curse people—she could only raise her head as hard as she could, and said coldly: "Go away. I If dad finds out about this, you won't be able to escape."

"Escape?" Yan Bai suddenly chuckled, but didn't say much, and lowered his head, "Thank you very much." Jin Bihui thought for a while, took out a package from behind, and threw it on the deck.This time even the boatman had a surprised expression—the drizzle wet the cloth bag, but when the bag was rolling, a large half-dried blood was smeared on the board! "Last night, I went to Ye City to get the dog heads of Xu Fuyan and Shao Yun—" the woman in red kicked the package, and the cloth package fell apart, revealing the two heads with tangled hair tied together inside. It can be regarded as my memorial service to the eldest grandson Crown Princess."

She kicked hard, and the human head flew out ferociously. With a heavy gurgling sound, it sank into the bottom of the water like a dust-dispelling pearl. After a pause, Jin Bihui looked at the dark night, and slowly said: "Your brother... Prince Chengde is dead. He didn't want to be coerced into surrendering, so Shao Yun beheaded his head and dedicated it to King Yonglin .” As if feeling emotional, the woman in red muttered to herself inexplicably: “I really can’t imagine… there are times when this kind of person would rather die than surrender?” Yan Bai looked at her, as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless after all.

He didn't know what to say.What he wanted to say was far beyond what he could express—the words of apology or apology seemed insignificant now, she didn't know his previous life, the chaotic grief he had experienced before. If she knew him before, maybe she would forgive him now. At that moment, the expression between his brows and eyes was complicated and distant, like the surface of a misty river with no end in sight. "In the future you—" he couldn't help but asked, before she finished speaking, she quickly continued with a smile, and replied: "I will go to Beihai with my brother in the future, live with my brother, and may never return to the Central Plains Yes. I’ll be fine——I’m going to marry again! Don’t underestimate the female Jinwu!”

Yan Bai was silent again, he clenched the flute tightly with his fingers, and found that there was a shadow of gloom in the bright smile of the woman in red, and suddenly he felt unspeakable gloom in his heart.After Jin Bihui said that series of words, he didn't seem to know what to say, and fell silent like this. "Goodbye...goodbye." Suddenly, slowly, Jin Bihui looked at him and said every word, but tears welled up in his eyes silently.Yan Bai looked back at her, the newlywed Yan Er's wife was standing at the bow of the boat, her red dress was like a red leaf fluttering in the wind.

"Goodbye." He finally replied, smiling suddenly. Jin Bihui nodded, said nothing more, jumped up from the board of the boat, and landed gently back to the pier, stood under the faltering string of lights, watching the boat go away—after this incident, this woman Finally, there was a little calm light in his eyes. Yan Bai sat on the bow of the boat, surrounded by darkness, and the night rain was falling with the wind. Seeing that light moving gradually, he can be sure that he is slowly moving away—away from all the sorrows and joys of yesterday, and go to the precarious and vast rivers and lakes, without any worries anymore.

Amidst the sound of Er Nai's scull, the boat moved away gently. Yan Bai looked at the port.It is the country wharf that can be seen everywhere, the platform paved with wooden boards, quietly sticking out of the river, the river bank made of stones, the lamps that are fluttering in the wind and rain-everything seems to have been seen thousands of times. No matter which wharf the wanderer leaves from, it seems to be the same scene. At that moment of trance, Yan Bai suddenly had a vague premonition.It seems that even if he travels all over the world, he will eventually return to the same place.The same wharf, the same rocky shore, the same flickering lamp—however, I don’t know if there is a figure in red looking from under the lamp.

In the bleak wind and rain, he pulled out that flute, brought it to his lips, and played it softly, still playing "Iron Clothes Cold". However, suddenly, he heard a familiar, vicissitudes of life singing along with his music—— "Beating drums and boring, actively employing troops. Tuguocheng Cao, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty.I don't want to go home, I am worried..." Yan Bai faintly remembered something, and turned his head suddenly—at the stern of the boat, the old boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was shaking the scull, singing leisurely, his voice was deep and vast, and it was heard far away—— Is it the old boatman who sent him back to Liguo from Zhencheng? He looked over, but the old man didn't look at him, and continued to sing the second half of the song by himself: "Would you like to live in a place? Would you like to lose your horse? To seek it? Under the forest. Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng.Hold your hand and grow old with you. Yu Kuo Xi, do not live Xi.Yu Xi Xun Xi, do not believe me. " The voice is vast, as if it has a huge inclusive power, which dissolves all sorrows, joys and sorrows.This mysterious old man seems to know all the entangled knots in his heart that cannot be untied at the moment. Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng.Yan Bai's heart suddenly trembled, he felt that something had been shaking to the deepest part of his heart, he suddenly stood up, and bowed his body: "There is an obstacle in my heart that cannot be detected, please give me advice." The old boatman raised his bamboo hat, Yan Bai finally looked at him - it was indeed that familiar face, calm and vicissitudes.However, the old boatman looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Where are you going?" "Bai doesn't know where to go." He lowered his eyes and honestly said what was in his heart, "But I feel that there is no place to live in joy and pain. Everything is vain." "Then, just do whatever you want." The old boatman nodded and sighed, "I'll take you to where you want to go, so you can go back with peace of mind—just like when I wanted to see Wu Yatou and you arrived in Ye City safely, I just turned around and returned to normal. In fact, it would be fine if I didn't go back to Zhencheng... Things may not be where they are today." The young man in white was startled, and turned his head to look, only to see that the old boatman had already taken off his bamboo hat, brushing his sleeves over his face, and in an instant, that old and late face had a strange change - such a clean and resolute face , Such cold, sharp and deep eyes, staring at him faintly with the confidence to control the world. "Neptune!" Yan Bai suddenly recognized Tai Shan's face, a look of shock flashed across his face, but he calmed down in an instant, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly: It turns out that Jin Bihui and the others tried their best to hide it from their father, but they didn't expect everything Everything has already been expected by Neptune.This old man holding the sky with one hand, the only one who made a wrong calculation is the happiness of his only daughter's life. "Take my life." For a while, Yan Bai finally felt relieved to settle everything, and looked at the land dragon king who went to the capital of Xi Kingdom alone to ask for foreign aid for the prince's army who was in trouble both at home and abroad. The capital is covered with crowns, but no one is willing to come forward to help, except for the old man who happened to meet in the inn in front of him.However, he failed what was entrusted to him. The seventh prince who left the country sighed bitterly: "You really misjudged me back then." "The old man did not misunderstand you, the young master is indeed a dragon among men—but," King Hai raised his head suddenly, looking at the surface of the river that was raining at night.The boat has already gone far, and the lamp is no longer visible, regardless of the people under the lamp, "It's just that the old man can't see through the entanglement of people's hearts. Sigh...it can be so tiring." The sea king's eyes, which have seen all the vicissitudes of life, also have sadness that cannot be concealed.It took a long time before he slowly said word by word: "You go...Since the fifth girl let you go, how can I make her feel sad-that girl...that girl...well, she is actually a good child." "Indeed." The man in white blurted out, and then fell into a long silence. In the darkness, after a long time, I heard Haiwang's deep voice: "You go." The river made a low noise, and the boat went down the water, and it was unknown where it had arrived. The wind and sand in Longshouyuan, the setting sun in Yecheng, the splashing blood...all of a sudden, they all seem to be in an extremely distant place. In the dark night, the wind is blowing, the drizzle is rustling, and the boat is drifting silently with. ——However, where is he in the night rain on the boat, in the vast universe? When the autumn wind blows, white clouds grow.The Di flowers on the Li River have been red for several degrees, and the water and clouds have come and gone, and I have seen several autumns. However, it seems that every autumn Dihua is like this.The same is true for every ferry. The platform paved with planks stretches quietly out of the river, the river bank made of stones, the lamps fluttering in the wind and rain—all the ferry crossings in the world are all exactly the same.No matter which wharf the wanderer leaves from, it seems to be the same scene. He gradually didn't know where he started from and where he was going. It seems that he has not traveled to the famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains in these years, but just returned from one ferry to another. The same wharf, the same rocky shore, the same flickering lamp—however, the red-clothed figure overlooking from the lamp cannot be seen, all the ferries seem to be the same, and all the passing years seem to be the same reincarnation. Because there is no mark. The Li country has been unified, and it is not the four emperors who proclaim the emperor—King Yonglin was killed by his son before he ascended the throne. After all, Shen Tiexin did not join King Yonglin's command, and in the end he forged a sword into a plow and lived in seclusion in Daqingshan.Every autumn, I bring my homemade chrysanthemum wine and go to him on the river to drink. However, prosperity turns into fallen leaves, warriors have no wilderness... The romance of the year is always blown away by the rain and the wind.Liguo is in great chaos, and everyone is busy opening up wasteland and farming, and a lot of waste is waiting for prosperity. Storytellers walk through the streets and alleys, telling stories in troubled times.Back then, how the Seventh Prince in white was a genius, assisted the prince to move around, how many times he made the six armies change, and took the head out of a million people like turning the palm of his hand.But the elder brother listened to the Taifu's slander, and fell into a countermeasure, and finally let this heroic younger brother die in battle at the city of Ye. Some people speculated about the secret abnormal love in the royal family, talking about the jump of the princess in the sunset at the top of the city, and the last words she entrusted - but all these, now, seem to have a very close relationship with him. Far, far away. Now, according to Wuchen's last words, he no longer has to work hard to plan any major plans for the world, but just wanders between the rivers and lakes, leaving behind the world and being independent. Every time he goes ashore from the ferry, looking at the swaying platforms and lamps that have been eroded by the wind and rain, Yan Bai suddenly has an illusion: it seems that the familiar world in the past has been destroyed, collapsed, flowed away, blurred It’s gone—only this ferry and this lamp are left, which seem to exist forever. If, if at this time...he could still meet that fierce woman in red with bright eyes under the light of the ferry, maybe everything would be different. And yet... never. He only heard that there was a well-known female pirate in the North Sea, who could command the fleet to shuttle through huge floating icebergs like the wind, intercept passing caravans, and catch giant whales that were bigger than houses. She finally returned to the world where she stretched her nature, just like a wild bird returning to the wilderness. Who will forget first?Qingguo is the homeland. Yan Bai just sat on the bow of the boat, silently holding the flute to his lips, but couldn't play a single note at a loss, just let the boat go with the water, wherever he wanted. After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind suddenly hit the face, which was cool and moist.The rustling sound in the ear quickly changed from light to heavy, hitting everything in the world.Instead of entering the cabin, he suddenly became interested and blew the first note—— "Damn it! Why is it raining as soon as it's said? Dad's birthday feast is about to start!" The beautiful female voice honestly interrupted his first line, "Second brother, look here. Boat! Hey, punter! Come here!" He suddenly turned around. On the ferry, the dissect flowers are light red, the plank-paved platform quietly stretches out of the river, and the dilapidated lanterns are swaying in the wind and rain.The woman in red rolled up her sleeves, tiptoeing and waving desperately to this side. He couldn't help standing up to look at her, and suddenly, the already calm and frozen world flowed again in an instant. As if hearing something from his flute, the desperately swinging hand froze suddenly. "It's him?" The woman in red blurted out, not knowing what to say for a moment. "Hey, it's him." The man behind her was also stunned, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face, and he grabbed his sister, "Hurry up! Get on the boat! —Stupid girl, it's just this boat. It's too late!" Without saying a word, he took his sister's hand, and without waiting for the boat to touch the shore, he just touched the edge of the ferry with his toes, and jumped onto the boat.Jin Bihui was staggered by his brother, and could barely stand when he fell onto the boat.However, a hand supported her. The woman in red lowered her head and suddenly smiled.Smiling, he raised his head slowly, looked at the familiar face he hadn't seen for many years, and suddenly said, "Goodbye." In fact, despite the ups and downs over the years, I know that my sister has always been in my heart-but I said goodbye as soon as I met?Xiaofeng was taken aback, and quickly pulled the nonsense younger sister. However, Yan Bai was not surprised, just smiled and nodded: "Yes, goodbye." The smile in Jin Bihui's eyes made her dazzling.She raised her head and looked at him—he had become thinner over the years, but the tranquility and distance in her eyes had never diminished by half. She raised her head with a smile, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and the first trace of fine lines had begun to appear at the corners of her eyes, but her smile was still so high and proud: "Yeah! ——Three years ago, when I said 'goodbye' to you, I said to myself in my heart: One day, we will definitely meet again!" Finished at 2 am on November 27, 2002