The sun sets over the west mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the long street.
Sitting on the bridge, yesterday there was someone sitting next to me, praising the sounds of nature, but today my beloved has gone, leaving me alone.
Yu Sheng came over with a jug of wine and sat on the stone bridge with Song Sing. His legs were hanging on the river and he saw fish swimming by.
The dog also came over and played around Yu Sheng.
"Uncle Li once said that I will be useful if I am born with talent, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." Yu Sheng said while pouring the wine.
He handed the wine glass to Xing Ge, "Of course, I don't agree with the second part of the sentence."
Xingge took over and smiled, "Which Uncle Li said that he is so talented?"
Xingge came from the Central Plains. As the saints coined the word, many saints emerged one after another, leaving a lot of poetry and art for the descendants of the Central Plains.
I have been immersed in singing since I was a child, and often read poems because of singing, so I still have this appreciation.
"Don't worry about which Uncle Li said it, it still makes sense." Yu Sheng clinked glasses with him and drank.
Yu Sheng pointed at the dog and said to Xing Ge, "Just like a dog, although it is ugly, it is born to make people avoid it. Isn't this its greatest use?"
Unlike other dogs, they are good-looking, but they don't even bark, and they keep silent even when someone steals your home.
"Why did I hear that you were scolding me?" Xing Ge felt very uncomfortable when he saw Yu Sheng trying to persuade him.
Gouzi rolled his eyes at him, turned around, gave him his butt, and walked along the road towards Weasel Mound.
"I'm just telling you a truth." Yu Sheng said, "What's wrong with singing that sounds ugly? Some people want to sing that sounds ugly, but they can't."
For the rest of my life, I added, "I can't."
Xing Ge glanced at him, wondering why this man's words were so hateful.
"People generally have a misunderstanding that singing is for entertaining people." Yu Sheng looked back at Xing Ge, "If you think so, you are looking down on yourself too much."
A true singer sings about himself, only to entertain himself, not to entertain others. Only when he sings about himself can he become great.
"It's like a chef cooking food. Some people like it salty and some people like it sweet. It's difficult to adjust to different tastes. You will never get a satisfactory answer from others."
"So, why should singing sound good? It should be unpleasant, and it should make people cover their ears and scratch their hearts. The more others don't let you sing, the more courageous you have to sing."
For the rest of his life, he stared at Xing Ge seriously, "The way of heaven is unknown to the world. Who said that the only way to achieve the truth is to listen to it beautifully. It can be unpleasant to listen to, but you have the greatest potential."
He turned his attention to the mountains and forests to the east, "At least there was someone in this world who loved to hear you sing. For her sake, you should keep singing."
Seeing Xing Ge deep in thought, Yu Sheng poured two more glasses of wine, and while toasting he muttered to himself: "Young man, I drank this bowl of poisonous chicken soup."
I sang and toasted, then looked at the setting sun on the river and wondered what I was thinking.
For the rest of my life, I lay on the stone bridge with my head up, looking at the blue sky. There was no red sunset, only a lonely bird flying by.
When I was a child, I would often lie on the stone bridge and look at the sky like this for the rest of my life. At that time, the wind was blowing in the trees and the birds were chirping. I fell asleep unconsciously, and I could only imagine how many flowers were falling in my dreams.
After staying for a while, Yu Sheng stood up, left the wine behind, and returned to the inn alone.
At that time, I was lonely for the rest of my life, just because Lao Yu was too boring, as if he was carrying some deep hatred and was not an easy person to talk to.
It's different now. I have an aunt for the rest of my life, and I can enjoy joking and having fun in front of her.
In this life, the luckiest thing is to meet the person you want to meet among millions of people, and to accompany her to make a meaningless life meaningful.
Lao Yu is depressed, right? Is it because the person accompanying him has been lost?
"...the dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light... leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums."
When Yu Sheng walked to the door of the inn, singing started playing again behind him, forcing Yu Sheng to take a quick step and jump inside the inn.
Bai Gaoxing covered his ears and gave a thumbs up to Yu Sheng, "Gao, the shopkeeper, after your persuasion, not only did I sing it, but it also sounded worse."
Yu Sheng sighed, "In order to prevent the monster from coming down the mountain, just bear with it."
As soon as the weasel and the dog reached the stone bridge, a song suddenly rang out, which scared the weasel and almost fell into the river.
"Your uncle." The weasel, who wanted to ask if he looked like a human, hurriedly took a detour, but in front of the singing, he really didn't have the courage to be arrogant.
Entering the inn and seeing Yu Sheng there, Weasel said: "Shopkeeper Yu, Gao, once this song sounds at the door, I'm sure the monsters won't dare to come over."
This is the only consolation, otherwise the singing will ring in my ears all day long, and I will not be able to help but beat Xing Ge for the rest of my life.
I don’t know how the villagers could hold it back. Perhaps in the face of survival, this disturbing noise naturally turned into sweet music.
"It's not peaceful in the mountains and forests lately," the weasel said again.
"What's wrong?" Yu Sheng asked it.
"Many powerful monsters have appeared, and there are constant battles all day long in the surrounding mountains and forests," said the weasel.
He also told Yu Sheng that he always felt that there was something unknown around the mound that was eyeing the entire group of weasels.
"My brother rarely has thorns on his back like that and is worried all day long," said the Weasel.
His brother was driven crazy. He remained silent for the rest of his life. He knew that the look in his eyes was definitely not that of a tiger, but that of a ghost.
In addition to Zhenzi, Baigu now takes four ghosts, namely the Demon King and Feng'er, wandering around the mound all day long, preparing to attack Weasel and his brother Huang Xian'er.
The ghosts and the others were voluntary. Yu Sheng also thought of helping, but Bai Gu refused.
The weasel said: "Let the dog go to the mound less often. My brother won't even give me face now."
It sounded like he had said it before. If Huang Xianer hadn't been worried about Aunt Qing in the inn behind Gouzi, Huang Xianer would have made Gouzi stew.
But now he doesn't dare to drink soup, because whenever he sees water, there is always a skeleton at the bottom of the bowl with his mouth open and saying something to him.
Although he couldn't hear it, the strange light in the skull's eye holes made him understand that it was definitely not a good thing.
This made Huang Xianer dare to drink with her eyes closed when drinking water.
Speaking of water, Ye Zigao walked in with a bucket of water and said, "Shopkeeper, I suspect that the three-legged turtle in the water wants to crawl out."
Just now when Ye Zigao was fetching water, he heard another "plop" sound in the well, and thought that the three-legged turtle fell back into the well.
"Is this three-legged turtle the ancestor of that three-legged turtle? Maybe there is a mistake." Yu Sheng said.
This three-legged turtle is so weak that it can't even climb up a well, but the other end can take off and make an emergency landing.
"Have you ever seen someone mistakenly identify their ancestors?" Bai Gaoxing said, and they walked to the well in the backyard together.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked down the well. It was dark, but he could see the light from the wellhead refracted by the well water.
"Let me see." The weasel lay on the edge of the well and looked down, "Hey, there is really a turtle."
Yu Sheng pushed it away, "Where is it? Why can't I see it?"
"It's in the dark. You're not a weasel, so of course you can't see it." The weasel said proudly and poked his head out again.
"Does it have three legs?" Yu Sheng asked.
It was blocked by the turtle's back and the weasel couldn't see it. "Hey, this turtle's back is so weird."
"What's wrong?" Yu Sheng said.
"The tortoise's shell is red, and the lines on its back are cyan, which looks like a picture and a word. I don't recognize it," said the weasel.
Then the weasel said "Hey" in surprise again and saw a subtle light under the turtle's back.
Yu Sheng asked: "What word is it? Please sign it."
Weasel made clumsy gestures, and after reading it patiently, Yu Sheng blurted out, "Turtle character."
Then he became puzzled again, because the character "turtle" was different from the character "turtle" written in Dahuang today. This character was more complex, more varied, and more difficult to recognize.
Putting the two together, it is difficult to associate them with one word.
I have never seen him before in my life, but for some reason I recognized him at a glance.