There is drizzle in the sky, blowing in the face with the wind, and the mud and weeds on the ground block the way. The road ahead is vast and there is no end...
As soon as Zhang Baoer and others stepped onto the top of the hill, a strong wind suddenly blew up. Duoduo screamed and was about to roll down the mountain. Fortunately, Zhang Baoer had quick eyesight and quick hands to pull him up.
"You can't take shelter from the rain under trees. You may be struck by lightning. Please hold on a little longer. There is a convex rock under the mountain ahead where you can take shelter from the rain."
Hong Qi and others all agreed, and even Tang Tiantian, who was restless along the way, nodded his head fiercely.
Zhang Baoer is carrying a big leather bag and holding Duoduo in his arms, so he should go ahead.
As I walked, I suddenly felt a feeling in my heart and couldn't help but sing:
The road to life is as long as dreams are
The road is windy and frosty, and my face is dry
In the world of mortals
How many directions does a sweet dream have?
Looking for love in the dreamy center
The road is confusing with people...
This is an old song from nearly a hundred years ago, but Zhang Baoer fell in love with it as soon as he heard it, because when he heard this song, it was the most difficult time in life...
Nowadays, his voice has become better, and his voice was originally very pleasant. Now that he sings this song, coupled with the pain in his heart, he can sing the meaning of the lyrics vividly.
When Tang Tiantian and others heard it, their eyes widened and their ears pricked up... They were so stunned that they all forgot to go on their way.
Duoduo was young and not very knowledgeable. She wiped the rain from her eyes and noticed that no one was following her. She felt anxious and quickly patted Zhang Baoer's chin, interrupting his singing.
"Um?!"
Zhang Baoer was suddenly startled, turned around quickly, and asked with a strange expression:
"What are you guys doing?!"
"Brother!"
Tang Tiantian came to her senses first, yelled and hurried to Zhang Baoer, hugged his arm and said with gleaming eyes:
"What are you singing? Is it a song? What language is it in? It sounds very nice!"
"Forehead?!"
Zhang Baoer was suddenly stunned again, and then his heart became inexplicably sad, because he was singing a hometown song, and he was using the language of his hometown—Chinese.
Since you are a foreigner, how can you not feel homesick?
However, just when he was about to answer, his open mouth closed again, and Xiao Ha was seen running quickly from the front.
At the same time, a faint sound of piano came from the rain...
The sound he played was exactly the part of "The Road Follows People in the Boundary" that he had just sung!
"Ha ha!"
This was not laughter. As soon as Little Harfang ran over, he tugged on Zhang Baoer's trousers with his mouth, and immediately turned around and ran away. The direction he went to was exactly the direction from which the sound of the piano came, which was also the far side.
The direction of the cliff.
"Let's go! Go and have a look!"
Zhang Baoer waved his hand to stop what the worried Hong Qi was about to say. He first hugged Duoduo and dragged Tang Tiantian over there... Hong Qi and Hulu Baoer looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
Zhang Baoer's expression was very complicated, with doubts, worries, and expectations, yes, expectations - the sound of the piano was very similar to the sound of the guqin he had heard on Earth.
Ding ding dong dong...
The man playing the piano played the melody he just sang over and over again, enjoying himself endlessly.
As the distance got closer, Zhang Baoer finally saw it. Although the rain was blocking it, he could vaguely see a man in white sitting under the convex rock.
The distance was getting closer, and an old man with green hair, green beard, green eyes and white eyes, who looked to be about ten years old, sitting cross-legged and holding a guqin across his legs, appeared in front of Zhang Baoer and others. Xiao Ha also happened to run next to the old man.
He stared curiously at the old man's piano.
Zhang Bao'er was very surprised. He looked back and forth between the old man's face and the harp, because although he didn't look like a 'descendant of Yan and Huang', the harp really looked like a Chinese guqin, but the number of strings on this harp was not the common five-string one.
, the seven strings are not the number from nineteen to twenty-six, but eleven strings.
"Hahaha! Lili is so old..."
The old man stopped his fingers, laughed, then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and babbled a lot.
"Forehead..."
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became strange, and he stopped quickly. Just when the confused Zhang Baoer and others thought that he found that his words did not make sense, they heard the old man start to talk in a gurgling voice.
.
"Is he changing languages?"
Zhang Baoer was tired of seeing it. After putting Duoduo down, he cupped his hands and said:
"This old gentleman..."
"Forehead?!"
He was speaking the local dialect here. Seeing that the old man didn't understand, he thought for a moment, rolled his eyes and said again:
"This old gentleman..."
This time, he was talking about the common language of monks - Taoyan, which he had heard spoken by Daxuan, Xue Niang, Xiao Ming and others.
"ah?!!"
The old man yelled and stood up with a loud sound. His big pearl-colored eyes looked at Zhang Baoer in surprise. Fortunately, the piano fell to the ground without breaking the strings.
Before the startled Zhang Baoer put on a defensive posture, the old man coughed quickly and said in the same way:
"Little guy, don't be nervous!"
Zhang Baoer breathed a sigh of relief. The old green ghost didn't seem to be a bad guy. At this moment, Tang Tiantian put the big bag on the ground, then stretched his head out from behind Zhang Baoer's big bag and said:
"Old monster! Why do you know how to speak?"
Hearing this, the old man quickly looked at her, even more surprised. Then he suddenly remembered the words 'old monster', and the corners of his mouth twitched quickly, and he said angrily:
"Of course I can, but you two little foxes can actually talk. It's really strange... Uh, brother, don't get wet in the rain! Come in quickly!"
After speaking, he changed his tone again, like a well-behaved young man.
Although Zhang Baoer was a little surprised, he eventually followed suit. After ordering Tang Tiantian to drag in the big bag that had been left in the rain, he took everyone there.
Hong Qi and Hulu Baoguang just put down their things and walked out. Zhang Baoer knew that they were going to find dry firewood to light a fire. He didn't stop them because he had stopped them once, which made the two of them cry like tears. Zhang Baoer thought that they were going to find dry firewood to light a fire.
Dislike them.
"Um...little brother! I have something to ask of you!"
Before Zhang Baoer could sit down, the old man bowed and gave a big salute, which frightened Zhang Baoer and made him feel helpless.
"Old sir, you can't do that! Just say what you have to say!"
Zhang Baoer, who helped the old man up, was a little speechless, because he saw the old man's eyes flicker, feeling that this old guy was setting a trap for himself! However, his face did not show any abnormality, and he was more nervous in his heart -
-Since this old guy knows Taoism, he should be and is very likely to be a truly 'mighty' monk. Someone who can speak several languages must have been to many places or come into contact with many people. What can be said here?
It's not the earth, there is communication technology.
"Brother, please sit down!"
Zhang Baoer followed the good example, and when he saw Tang Tiantian was about to speak, he quickly held her down, not daring to let her speak randomly.
Tang Tiantian was originally angry, but after noticing the strength on her shoulders, she finally reacted and sat there obediently, which made Zhang Baoer secretly relieved.
This scene was all seen by the old man, but he didn't care and quickly said what he was thinking:
"Brother, even though I don't know the meaning of the lyrics of that song just now, it sounds so sweet and sad that it can make people cry..."
Zhang Baoer couldn't help but curse. He didn't see the old guy shed any tears, but he didn't dare to show any color on his face and continued to listen to the old guy's words.
"Excuse me, brother, this song is composed by me. Can you translate the meaning of the words for me? By the way, the song breaks off in the middle. Is there a sequel? I hope I can clear up my doubts."
Looking at the old guy's fiery pearly eyes, Zhang Baoer felt unnatural all over and did not dare to seduce him. He quickly told everything slowly:
"Don't dare, don't dare...it turns out that the old gentleman is a great musician, and he was really rude just now!"
This sentence made the old guy feel very comfortable, but he didn't dare to move, kept saying polite words, and then continued to listen to Zhang Baoer's words with his ears straight up:
"I don't dare to lie to you, sir. This song was not composed by a junior, and the lyrics were not written by a junior. It was just a reflection of my thoughts while watching the rain..."
The old guy nodded repeatedly, convinced that Zhang Baoer should not have such high musical attainments at such a young age.
"The meaning of the word is: The road of life is like a long road..."
Listening to Zhang Baoer's translation, the old man shook his head like a scholar. His eyes changed again and again, becoming more and more sad. By the time Zhang Baoer finished speaking, he was already in tears and hung his head for a long time without any movement.
Zhang Baoer, Tang Tiantian and Duoduo waited quietly without disturbing them. Unexpectedly, this old guy really burst into tears upon hearing this.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Hong Qi and Hulu Baoguang came back with firewood in their arms, they were not so particular and threw the firewood on the ground. Perhaps because they heard the sound of firewood falling to the ground, the old guy suddenly woke up and patted his thigh.
He looked up to the sky and sighed:
"It's hard to travel, it's hard to travel, it's like 'the road is confusing with people'!"
After saying that, he stood up. Under Zhang Baoer's unclear gaze, he smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and then bowed respectfully to Zhang Baoer:
"Thank you, little brother! Please pay my respects..."
"Sir, please don't..."
Zhang Baoer stood up quickly to stop him, but when he touched it, he felt that he had touched a million kilograms of weight and could not shake it at all!
Zhang Baoer was horrified, this old guy is really not simple! He had no choice but to accept his courtesy.
"Excuse me, little brother, do you know who composed this song?!"
After saluting, the old guy couldn't help but ask. Zhang Baoer naturally knew everything:
"The lyrics and music seem to have been written by a master named 'Huang Zhan', and the person who made it famous and passed down the world is Leslie Cheung!"
"Huang Zhan? Leslie Cheung..."
The old guy muttered, seeming to remember these two names deeply in his heart.
"Sir...the firewood is wet and we can't make a fire."
At this moment, a dejected Hong Qi came over and told Zhang Baoer that they could not light the fire.
Zhang Baoer was about to wink at him and tell him to retreat, but he heard the old guy ask again:
"Brother... um... ahem! Do you know any other music?"
Seeing his glaring eyes, Zhang Baoer couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart, and quickly sighed and replied:
"Hey... I'm ashamed of myself. I only know this song. I'm afraid I will disappoint the old gentleman!"
It could be seen from the old guy's eyes that he didn't believe it, but he didn't say much.
"Ha ha..."
He laughed, waved his sleeves, and a green wind rose. Zhang Baoer couldn't help but take a step back, and subconsciously looked along the green wind. He saw a cloud of water vapor rising above the firewood next to Hulu Baoguang, and the wind blew it.
Annihilation, but the firewood actually dried up!
"Ha ha!"
"this..."
Xiaoha bared his teeth, and several people were stunned. Zhang Baoer turned around, only to find that the old guy was no longer in sight.
At this moment, a voice came loudly from the rain:
"Hahaha... little brother! See you soon!"
Zhang Baoer secretly said, "Sure enough," and then thought of something and shouted again:
"Senior! Your piano..."
"This piano is called 'Stinging Heart', so I gave it to my little brother! Hahaha..."
The laughter became smaller and smaller, and finally ended in the rain all over the sky. There was only the sound of dripping and pattering water, and there was no trace of the old man in the world.
Zhang Baoer stared blankly at the eleven-stringed harp on the stone, then looked at his slender fingers, and suddenly couldn't help but squat down and touch its strings.
"Boom..."
The harp suddenly sounded and flew into the misty rain, disappearing without knowing where it was.