Chapter 496: Thousands of delicate roses, only one pity
Qin Feng left the slums, walked out of the alley, and arrived at Kangping Street. After walking quickly for hundreds of steps, he arrived in front of Qin Feng's door.
Yes, he walked very fast and in a hurry. But even he himself didn't understand why he walked so fast and in such a hurry. Was it because he wanted to see his mother whom he hadn't seen for a long time? Maybe?
But if that's the case, why do I always feel a little empty, a little uneasy, and even a little impatient in my heart?
That kind of uneasiness is the uneasiness that a drunkard feels when he suddenly realizes that he has forgotten to bring his wine gourd after going out. That kind of uneasiness is like the uneasiness that an old smoker with a big pipe feels when he suddenly realizes that he has forgotten to bring his tobacco. It is a kind of alcohol addiction and smoking addiction that are about to end.
The uneasiness during the attack was because I was used to someone's sweet-scented osmanthus cake, to someone's considerate care, to walking hand in hand with someone in the woods, and walking on the road together... But at this moment, I suddenly looked back, and suddenly
The uneasiness of not being able to see someone.
"What's wrong with me?" Qin Feng scratched his head, then dispelled the uneasiness in his heart and stepped into the door of his long-lost home.
However, there was no one at home. To be more precise, Mu Wanrou was not at home. After some inquiries, it turned out that after Mu Wanrou and Su Qiaoer returned to Puying City, they liked to go to Tulu Mountain every time they had free time.
Playing by the spring lake.
So Qin Feng left the Qin family and walked towards Tulu Mountain outside the city. However, although he walked outside the city and towards Tulu Mountain, what came to his mind was the road from the Qin family to Wanbao Tower.
What emerged was an attic inside Wanbao Building, or even a secret room behind the attic...
He had other things on his mind, so he walked in a hurry on the way to Tulu Mountain. After Qin Feng stepped out of the city gate, he almost relied on the explosive power of the endless spiritual energy in the blood and bones to move in an indescribable way.
He climbed Tulu Mountain at a fast pace. It wasn't until he saw the bright red azaleas all over the mountain, the spring water lake in his memory, and a small pavilion by the lake that he gradually slowed down.
The lake is a spring lake. The lake water reflects the red azaleas, reflecting the rare spring scenery. The word "pavilion" means stopping. This is the most suitable place to stop and watch the lake view and the mountain view, so it was set up as a pavilion.
, so this pavilion is called Xiangwang Pavilion...
Qin Feng walked slowly to the pavilion, looked at the mountain scenery reflected by the lake scenery, looked at the flowers in the mountain scenery, and saw a woman as beautiful as a flower among the flowers.
Qin Feng watched these quietly, gradually forgetting the purpose of his trip, and that the woman was his mother. He only felt a very strong impulse in his heart, which was to take the mountain and lake scenery in front of him.
The urge to retain all the beauty in front of you.
The best way to preserve the picture is to paint. Unfortunately, Qin Feng has never been able to paint. At the same time, he finally understood why his father liked painting so much and why he liked to play and paint here.
There is a stone platform in the pavilion, slightly stained with a wisp of gray. It would be great to lay paper on the stone platform for inking. Perhaps, in the spring more than ten years ago, young and beautiful women could often be seen playing in the pavilion.
Among the flowers, there is a swordsman in a long gown drinking wine and painting at the same time.
Qin Feng came to the stone platform. The color of the stone platform, which had withstood many years of wind, frost, rain and dew, was no longer bright, but rather dark. More than ten years had passed, and although the woman among the flowers was still there, even her appearance had not changed.
After a change, the swordsman who could drink and paint is no longer there, and naturally there will be no paper or ink on the stone platform...
However, there was no paper, no ink, no painting, but Qin Feng saw a line of words. It was a line of words carved on the stone, which was free and unrestrained, but also contained a crazy sword intention: "Three thousand weak water, only take one gourd to drink it"
.Thousands of beautiful roses, it’s pity to pick only one.”
The stone is immortal, so the crazy sword intention on the stone is also immortal, and the unique and unique infatuation between the lines is also immortal.
He is Qin Xiaochi. He drinks only the strongest distilled liquor, practices with only one sword, draws with only one pen, and has only loved one person in his life. He is no longer in Tulu Mountain, but he has already given up his share of
Infatuated, I stayed in Tulu Mountain.
Qin Feng looked at the handwriting for a long time, then slowly left and walked towards the mountainside. In the distance, among the shadows on the mountainside, there was another woman. That was Su Qiaoer, Lin Xue's mother.
Such a scene did not surprise Qin Feng, because he had long known that the Qin family and the Lin family had a very good relationship more than ten years ago. He had even heard his mother say that the four of them often came here to play at that time, and even
Gradually, six people came here to play... From then on, Xiao Qinfeng and Xiao Linxue arranged a baby wedding.
However, what Qin Feng didn't expect was that not long after he left, he saw a third person, a man, a middle-aged man who was painting.
The middle-aged man did not paint in the pavilion, but in a remote corner of the mountains. He did not paint the lake, the extremely gorgeous azaleas blooming beside him, or the two women in the distance.
, and only one woman was painted.
The woman in the painting is not Mu Wanrou but Su Qiaoer, because the middle-aged man painting is not Qin Xiaochi but Lin Xiaotian.
Qin Feng looked at Lin Xiaotian who was painting seriously, thinking about the unhappy incident sixteen years ago, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
Lin Xiaotian heard Qin Feng's footsteps, stopped the brush in his hand, raised his head and glanced at Qin Feng, his expression was a little stunned, as if he never expected that he would meet his nephew and enemy here.
, and Qin Feng, who should also be his future son-in-law.
"It's been a long time since we last met. I never thought we would meet again, but here." Lin Xiaotian said after being silent for a long time. There was no previous hostility in his eyes, but a kind of indifference like meeting an old friend again.
The complexity in Qin Feng's eyes gradually calmed down. There were too many entanglements that were inseparable. After all, they were all the grievances of the previous generation. They were the grievances between Qin Xiaochi and his sworn brother Lin Xiaotian. For many complicated reasons, Qin Feng did not want to
Resolve this grudge on behalf of his father. In other words, if Qin Xiaochi is not dead yet, then he is not qualified to make the decision for his father and kill his father's sworn elder brother.
"I didn't expect that when the anti-king faction occupied the royal city, when you had the most advantage, you would suddenly break away from the anti-king faction and leave the royal city." Qin Feng looked at Lin Xiaotian in front of him, thinking about him and Lin Xiaotian three and a half years ago.
When Xue went to the Lin Mansion before the decisive battle, she saw the closed door and said in a deep voice: "So, have you turned back?"
Lin Xiaotian lowered his head in silence, staring blankly at the bouquet of red flowers in front of him.
Qin Feng sneered and said: "If I had known now, why bother then?"
Yes, if you had known that power and money did not know what you really wanted, why would you have tipped off those powerful men in the Eastern Region of Dawn sixteen years ago to betray your best friends? What if sixteen years ago?
If that thing didn't happen, would there still be six or even seven people on the mountainside at this time? Would that make everything better?
Qin Feng was thinking about these things, and Lin Xiaotian was also thinking about these things. But they both knew very well that those beautiful what-ifs did not exist after all.
"If I had known it now, how could I have known it since it is now?" Lin Xiaotian stretched out his hand to pluck the red flower beside him and said, "How can you know whether you really like it before you pluck the flower? Before you get those riches and honors.
, how can I determine which is more important, wealth or family affection? The so-called picking up means that I think I like it and it is worth it, so I pick it up. The so-called putting down means that I suddenly feel that I don't really like it, so I put it down.
"
Lin Xiaotian chuckled, peeling off the petals and scattering them in the dust: "There are thousands of beautiful roses, just pick one. This is a kind of foresight, and it is also a kind of wisdom. After all, I am not like Brother Xiaochi.
Such an amazing and talented person is just a fool like most people in the world. It is difficult to realize what a precious fool is until it is lost."
Qin Feng listened quietly to Lin Xiaotian's words without interrupting or speaking. After being silent for a long time, he glanced at Lin Xiaotian's half-painted portrait and said, "Since you have turned around, why not get closer to the painting."
Lin Xiaotian looked at the bare petals in his hand and said: "The fact has long been a fact, how can we turn back? Their relationship is so good, why should I, a sinful person, appear in front of them again?"
"You mean, they don't know you are here?" Qin Feng asked in surprise. He could understand what Lin Xiaotian meant, but he couldn't imagine that Lin Xiaotian, who had clearly turned around and wanted to find everything he had, could actually do this.
Sitting on the bank of the mountain, looking at each other from a distance, painting in silence without taking a step closer.
"There are many things that cannot be turned back, and life cannot be turned back, but no matter what happens, no matter what the situation is, people can actually be free. There is no turning back in life, but you can turn a corner. If you can't go back to the first time you met, you can still be free.
We can always meet again and treat it as the first time." Lin Xiaotian looked at the woman in the distance, smiling happily and contentedly.
Qin Feng remained silent, but looking at Lin Xiaotian now, he could not help but feel a sense of respect in his heart. Perhaps in terms of practice, painting, or many other aspects, Lin Xiaotian was very mediocre, and he was destined to only become a nobody.
, and he is still a little person full of stains. However, this does not hinder the greatness of the little person. Even if he is full of stains, it cannot cover up the brilliance of his nature.
"When I rescued my aunt from Hidden Mist Mountain, she told me that you were a good person." Qin Feng looked at his former enemy and said seriously: "Now it seems that she was right."
Lin Xiaotian's right hand when he picked up the brush again was slightly stiff, and his whole body could not help but tremble slightly. It seemed that he had never expected that his wife, who had been imprisoned by him for thirteen years, would make such comments to him.
"Then it looks like I was even more wrong back then." Lin Xiaotian sighed while looking at the flowers, but Qin Feng had already left the flower room and went to the woman he longed for.