Unconsciously, the clouds are deep and far away into the mountains, and the fog suddenly disappears, revealing the green forest.
Drunk, lying on a white stone waiting for the bright moon, covered by dark leaves, I am ashamed to see others.
The broken pot of wine was spilled and he sat up in shock. The moon hung on a high branch and shed its pure silver.
Looking down at the shadows in Yupan Lake, fish swim in the clouds and moonlight without leaving a trace in the water.
Han Xiangzi got the guidance of the weasel and walked out of a forest, but soon lost his way in another mountainous area. However, he, a free and easy man, was still not anxious at all. He simply drank and composed poems and walked around casually. In a trance, he came to a lake and lay down on the lake.
He fell asleep on the stone beside him. When he woke up, it was already midnight. The wealthy family took advantage of the moonlight to watch the leisurely mountain scenery and listen to the soft singing of thousands of sounds. Fortunately, he couldn't help but play the flute accompaniment. The beautiful music was combined with the sounds of heaven and earth, and the colors of the universe.
A beautiful scene, Yunyue was moved by hearing it, enjoying the wind and rain in peace, exactly:
The moon hangs in the blue sky and the clouds are on the side, the breeze floats and the drizzle sings,
Cloud eyebrows and moon eyes are flowing with wind and rain, rain falls on clear springs and the moon is on the river.
After the song was finished, the surrounding area was silent, the breeze stopped, the drizzle stopped, the moon disappeared behind the clouds, and all living beings were speechless. The forest that had been lively just now suddenly became extremely quiet, as if all living beings had fallen into inexplicable sadness.
Han Xiangzi was a little confused and said to himself: "The music is unintentional, it is all in the human heart. It seems that there is a deeply affectionate person here. The affection is too deep. The heart and mind are integrated into my flute music, which touches all things and saddens all living beings."
"The rich man stood up and asked softly: "Sir, please show up."
The words drifted away, awakening all the spirits. The sad atmosphere in the world disappeared instantly, the sound of voices came back, and the forest became lively again. At the same time, a man about the same age as Han Xiangzi walked out from behind a certain tree, looking lonely and desolate.
, his eyes were full of sadness, and although the tears on his cheeks had been wiped away, the sadness on his face was still strong and difficult to hide.
The man glanced at Han Xiangzi, let out a long breath, tried his best to calm down his emotions, and said in a calm tone: "Please forgive me, brother, I have no intention of disturbing the flute music, but I accidentally heard the wonderful sound and aroused the emotions in my chest.
I lost my mind, lost consciousness, and came here in a daze. I failed to suppress my breath and ruined my brother's pleasant and relaxing music."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Han Xiangzi said, "I, Han Xiangzi, dare I ask my brother Gao's name...?"
"I'm Ao Cang." said the slightly sad man, "I've met Brother Han."
"I've met Brother Ao." I don't know if Han Xiangzi is brave or slow. The day before yesterday, when he was questioned by a weasel, he was unhurried, not frightened, and not afraid. Today, he met a strange man again on a moonlit night, and his face was still expressionless.
, his expression is as usual, should he be said to be free and easy-going, or stupid.
After exchanging names and saying a few simple words, the two young men sat on the bluestone by the lake. Han Xiangzi reached out to touch the wine pot, but forgot that the wine had been spilled, and it was empty.
In a flash, a pot of wine and two cups appeared.
Ao Cang said: "Brother Han invited me to listen to the music, so I will treat Brother Han to a drink."
"Okay, okay." Han Xiangzi still didn't think there was a problem. He happily accepted the fine wine and took a sip. He felt the majestic breath flowing through his limbs and bones, and his heart felt broad and heroic, "What a good wine!"
"The wine is good wine, but it's not suitable for me." Ao Cang also drank a glass and sighed, "My seventh sister knows that I am sad, so she doesn't allow me to drink deep blue wine, and insists that I bring such a violent wave.
Fine nectar, you are afraid that I will be sad when I drink it, so I would rather have fun than shed tears."
"Haha... Brother and sister are people who love their younger brothers." Han Xiangzi said, "It's a pity that wine is like music. It is brewed and breathed according to the mind of the drinker. Even if the wine contains mountains and rivers, it cannot hold up to the mountains.
A river of sorrow turns into tears." The rich man looked up at Ao Cang and asked, "May I ask why you are sad?"
"Sad for longing for me," Ao Cang said, "There is someone in my heart that I love deeply, but I haven't been able to see him for a long time, so I am sad."
"Since we miss each other, why don't we meet?" Han Xiangzi asked, "Could it be that we are separated by vast distances? Could it be that we don't know where he is?"
"No, no." Ao Cang whispered, "I have the body of a flowing wind. Not to mention the sky to the south and the sea to the north. Even if we are separated by the universe and the sea of stars, I can cross it. I also know the soft shadow of my sweetheart, and I know her all the time.
Where you live, but..."
"But what?"
"But we are so close to each other, and the sky and the sea are in between." Ao Cang drank a glass of wine. "Because of some family feuds, I can't appear directly in front of her. I need to hide and look at her secretly. And even if we meet across from each other, she has already forgotten me.
Who is she? If we don’t know her, it would be better not to see her. To her, I am a stranger, and I can only pretend to be a stranger - meeting her will only increase my worries and make my heart feel like a knife."
"It's difficult to see each other because of family feuds. Well, it's common, but it's also sad." Han Xiangzi said, "Is there no solution?"
"The implication is huge, and I am weak and unable to solve it." Ao Cang said, "Now, I have no choice but to secretly look at her, look at her, and pay attention to her - even these, I have to hide.
Stay away, avoid, be careful. Her brother is an extraordinary hero. Looking at the three realms and six realms, there are few who can compare with him. He can affect the weather in the surrounding area with just a few gestures. In ancient and modern situations, my family also has some influence. He lives in the deep sea, lies on the head of the cloud, and waves.
Lan listens to orders, Bihai obeys orders, wind and thunder surge, water and fire are everywhere, both sides are so capable, she and I are just the youngest in the family, the greenest in the family, naturally it is difficult to resist, and we don't even have the courage to fly far away.
together."
At this moment, Han Xiangzi was finally a little surprised. He had never thought that the love of the person in front of him would have such a strong obstacle. "To put it this way, it is really difficult."
"That's exactly it." Ao Cang said, "I long for it, but I can't do anything about it. I want to forget, but I don't want to, so I miss it, miss it, feel sad, and feel sad. Alas, sometimes I really want to be as direct as her.
I want to clear my memory and forget it completely, but I can’t bear to let it go.”
"Since you can't bear it, just keep it." Han Xiangzi said, "If you can't forget it, just remember it. Even if it's hard to meet her face to face, even if you can't get to know her, at least you can still peek at her secretly, watch her carefully, and watch her from a distance.
Looking at her everywhere, looking at her from the ends of the world. On the contrary, the girl has forgotten you, has no memory, lacks emotions, and lacks a lot of joy and sorrow. I think that girl must have spent a lot of effort to exhaust her heart when she forgot you.
?”
Han Xiangzi's words immediately stunned Ao Cang on the spot. After a long time, he burst into tears. He had always struggled with his feelings over the years, but he could not imagine that "she" must be countless times more sad than him when his memory was forcibly erased.
, "How would she be feeling at that time!? What would she be feeling!? Wuwuwu..." The young man hugged his head and cried, weeping like rain.
Han Xiangzi did not try to comfort Ao Cang, but just stayed with him in sadness. After his crying subsided slightly, the young "Eight Immortals" played music on the flute. The sad tune accompanied the crying and slowly floated along the breeze again.
Slowly blending into this quiet night scene, diffused in this remote and uninhabited land...
Except for the clouds, moon, wind, rain and the young flute player who was watching, no one knew that there was a sad man hidden in this beautiful night and his sincere friendship for a girl...