Volume 7 Chapter 1383 I don’t know how old I am in my dream
"When you know who you are, you are not you. When you don't know that you are yours!...you are you." The murmuring voice echoed in Su Ming's ears and hovered in his mind,
Until these words became a thunderous sound, roaring through his mind, and Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened.
Sweat appeared on his forehead at some point. The sky outside was silver, which was the falling snowflakes. The silver-covered earth reflected the night sky that was not black.
Su Ming was sitting cross-legged in a cave naturally formed by the cracks in the mountain. This was the third month after he rushed towards the Seventh Month Sect. On this seemingly endless land, Su Ming was sitting cross-legged and meditating.
Adjust your breath.
This place is extremely far away from the Seventh Month Sect. Even if Su Ming's cultivation level is that of a first-level Taoist, it would still take nearly several years to travel such a long distance.
Therefore, along the way, he did not gallop without stopping, but rested from time to time to keep his cultivation at its peak. At this moment, he opened his eyes from meditating.
Silently looking at the night sky outside, Su Ming thought of his previous dream. He rarely dreamed, especially when he was sitting cross-legged and meditating, the dream would never appear, but it happened just now.
There was only one familiar word from Su Ming in that dream. The echo of this word, even when Su Ming opened his eyes at this moment, was still lingering around his ears, lingering for a long time.
In silence, Su Ming stood up and walked out of the cave. In the wind and snow, he left footprints along the way. He walked towards the distance, walked through the mountains, and walked through the river that was not a river, until he reached the sun.
When Su Ming came out, at dusk, he saw a city in front of him.
The dusk in the city was filled with little lights, and there were also bustling sounds. It was very lively... Looking at the city, Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them after a while, he looked towards the city.
Go.
Walking into the city at dusk, Su Ming was reminded of the red lanterns hanging high in every house, the sound of silver bells played by many children laughing and playing, and the smiling faces of almost everyone in the city...
···In the past ten years, every year on this day, his master would take him to a strange city, where he would feel a...New Year's atmosphere.
This is the New Year, the last day of the year. When dusk passes and darkness falls until the sun appears again, it will be a new beginning for another year.
This day every year is a day of national celebration in ancient Tibet. All the cities in the country are filled with such an atmosphere. The lanterns hung high in every household shine in the wind and snow, seeming to drive away the cold.
Away from every home, let this day and night not be cold.
Su Ming walked in the city and looked around. He gradually lowered his head until he came to a corner of an alley. There was a noodle stall. In the cold wind, a large amount of boiling water rose up.
The white mist obscured the old man who was cooking noodles.
The noodle stall is not big, with only four or five tables. There is a tent-like curtain to cover the snow, but it cannot block too much wind. There are three or two men sitting there, eating hot noodles.
Drinking noodle soup seems to dispel the cold.
"Old Wu, who is celebrating the New Year, why don't you bring out a few jugs of the old wine you have collected so that we can have a try?" A man eating noodles spoke loudly with a smile, and the white breath he exhaled when he spoke was reflected in the wind and snow.
It's very obvious.
"It's just you guys..." The old man who was cooking noodles seemed to smile, turned around, took out a wine pot, and placed it on the table.
"That's right. It's not in vain for us to continue coming here today to spend the New Year with you." The big man immediately picked up the wine bottle, took a sip and said with a smile.
It was at this moment that Su Ming walked into the noodle stall, sat at the table and chairs in the corner, and looked at the wind and snow outside.
"Shopkeeper, a bowl of noodles."
The old man who was cooking noodles looked back at Su Ming, took out a bowl, filled a large bowl of noodles, put some more meat in it, and brought it in front of Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at the noodles on the table and ate them silently. The noodles tasted very good, and the noodle soup was very hot. It felt warm after entering the mouth. It seemed that it was no longer particularly cold in the wind and snow.
Time gradually passes, and when night falls, not many people can be seen on the street. This is a festival and a day for family reunion. At this time, the whole family will often be together, watching the children’s laughter and watching
With the shining of candlelight, on this night, in the warmth of that home, I can experience the tenderness between loved ones.
Compared with the wind and snow outside, almost everyone can have this kind of warmth, but Su Ming... doesn't have it here.
When the big men at the stall also left, the whimpering wind made the tent roar, and Su Ming sighed softly.
"Why don't you go home?" The old man who cooked noodles sat aside and picked up a pot of old wine that had been warmed for a while. After taking a sip, he looked at Su Ming.
"Can't find the way." Su Ming was silent and said slowly.
"It's not that I can't find the way, it's that I don't have a home." The old man smiled and picked up another bottle of wine. He arrived in front of Su Ming, sat down and placed it in front of Su Ming.
By the light of the fire, Su Ming raised his head and looked at the old man. He was a mortal, an old man who had reached the end of his life and had wrinkles on his face.
"What about you?" Su Ming picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, looked at the wind and snow outside, and spoke calmly.
"I have a home, but I'm the only one here. It doesn't make any difference whether I go back or not. It's better to stay here." The old man smiled. In that smile, there seemed to be more wrinkles on his face, making the smile look like
With bitterness.
Su Ming didn't speak, and drank wine. In the cold wind, in the falling snowflakes, the bright moon appeared in the night sky. Compared with the lights of thousands of houses around, there were lights at this noodle stall, but under this light, it was not warm.
, but a kind of desolation.
A kind of... change of thoughts, as if every time I miss you at this moment, the good things in my memory, I thought they had been buried in my heart, and become the pain of no heart, but now, under this light,
In the shadow, there is a pain that cannot be blown away by wind or buried by snow.
In that pain and coldness, Su Ming thought of his grandfather, his senior fellow apprentices at the Ninth Peak, Yu Xuan, Cang Lan, Xu Hui... and Bald Crane, and the one in his memory.
face.
Thinking, thinking, finishing a bottle of wine.
What I drank was wine, because there were no tears anymore. I could only treat the wine as tears. After swallowing, it became the bitterness and astringency that could never be resolved in my heart. Let this bitterness always be there, let this astringency last forever, because that is the only way...
Only then did Su Ming realize that he was still alive.
Only then did he realize that he... was not dead yet, so he could have more determination to change everything. Even if it was almost impossible, Su Ming would still make it possible!
"Where is your family?" The old man looked at Su Ming and spoke hoarsely, then took out another bottle of wine and placed it in front of Su Ming.
"Far, far away, where are you?" Su Ming shook his head.
"The old man's family, haha, there were originally a lot of them. I have a grandson, he and a group of friends, they are all my family... He also found several wives, and the whole family was originally drawn by lots.
." The old man drank wine with memories in his eyes.
"But one day, when I woke up, he was gone. We couldn't find him. The originally lively house was no longer lively. Until everyone went out to look for him, looking and looking. They were all gone. Go
I've searched many, many places, but I don't know if I've found it yet.
Here, I am the only one left, and the house is empty. I don’t know where he went, and I didn’t go out to look for him. I want to stay here, light the lamp at home, and wait for him, if one day he comes back.
, I don’t want him... I can’t find home, I don’t want him... I can’t see the lights at home to guide me.” The old man murmured, his voice hoarse, and there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes in the wind and snow.
"Actually, I'm not lonely, old man... Compared with me, our emperor is lonely..." The old man sighed, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
"We all know that the emperor has three princes. Whenever the three princes come of age, they will be taken away and travel... for six thousand years...
For six thousand years, he was alone, and he would always light up the lights in the imperial city to guide his princes in the direction home, because according to legend, every prince in our country may be away from home.
I lost myself while traveling and didn't know the way home." The old man lowered his head as he spoke, as if he was drunk.
Su Ming was silent. After drinking the last sip of wine from the flask, he stood up and walked to the old man's side. He waved his right hand to avoid the wind and snow around him, causing warmth to appear here. Then he walked out of the place.
Tan, walked in the wind and snow, towards the direction of Qiyue Sect, walked out of the city and walked into the night wind.
Until Su Ming went away, until his figure disappeared far away in the night sky outside the city, the drunken old man slowly raised his head, stood up, and looked at the night sky. His appearance slowly changed,
As time changes on him, he becomes middle-aged.
He sighed softly.
"When you know that you are you, you... are not you. When you don't know that you are you... you are you." With his sigh, the entire city turned into something in an instant.
In the illusion, he was the only one left, standing alone in the wind and snow. He turned around with a sigh and walked silently towards the capital of the ancient Tibetan kingdom.
"What is true and what is false, Xuan'er... Three thousand years have passed, when will you... be able to understand clearly... What is the truth you are looking for, and what is false you think?
What's fake again..." The middle-aged man murmured, as if with a sting in his heart, and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and gradually dissipated.
Only the swaying of the wind and snow is left, and there seems to be an additional sigh in it, which will last for a long time in this world...