Qiuqiu was a little surprised and looked at everything calm and soothing in front of him.
She saw a peaceful village, the sun was about to set, and the people walking on the road seemed a little hurried.
A man walked past Qiuqiu, carrying a big grass basket filled with pig grass.
Is this still in the tower?
Qiuqiu followed the man forward.
The village is not big, with sparse houses, tired birds return to their nests, and smoke comes out of the chimney. A curve of water passes around the front of the village, and there are several large protruding stones on the water surface, which have been smoothly ground. Look,
It is concluded that people pass by above every day and use these stones as footbeds.
The man in front took a big stance and jumped over the stone, Qiuqiu raised his head. Two crows were hovering above his head, and their nest should be right behind the village.
People don’t like crows, but crows often build nests near people.
Maybe it's because it's easy to find food.
Qiuqiu suddenly felt that the scene in front of him looked familiar.
Small bridges, flowing water, people's houses, withered vines, old trees, and crows, it seems that I have read it before.
At that time, I didn’t understand why it was written as a silly. Now it seems that the person who wrote the lyrics may have seen this scene at this moment.
In the moment when the sun sets.
No, no.
She felt familiar not because she had read similar sentences.
Qiuqiu saw the man in front of him walking into a yard.
A woman in the door asked him what he said, "Go tomorrow."
The gate of the courtyard was closed.
Qiuqiu stood outside the door, looking at the wooden door that had long been unable to see clearly.
The door was made very strong. At that time, it should have been painted brown, but the paint was eroded and dropped, revealing the dark wood inside.
Qiuqiu turned his head and there was a jujube tree next to the door.
She remembered what this place was.
The reason why she looks familiar is because she once lived here.
This is her hometown, a very small place called Chenjia Village.
Even Qiuqiu doesn't remember the place name here very much.
She didn't know why she saw this scene on the sixth floor, which should be the place in her memory.
The sixth level may be an illusion. The illusion is born from the heart, and what she sees may not be 100% reality, but a scene she imagines.
But this imagination comes from reality after all.
Qiuqiu walked into the yard.
There are five rooms in total, three on the east side, and two on the west side are older and look low. There is also a kitchenette on the east side, beside the courtyard wall. There is a fire inside. Although there is a chimney,
There was still a lot of smoke floating out along the kitchen door.
Qiuqiu stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
She saw her mother standing by the stove, she uncovered the lid of the big pot, and a huge stream of hot white air rose. The kitchen was filled with smoke, and the smell of burnt firewood and the rice soup were cooked and released.
The faint sweet fragrance of the girl. A half-aged girl was sitting on a low stool in front of the stove and was plucking the fire in the furnace with a fire stick.
That was Qiuqiu's sister.
The fire in the furnace made her face flush and her eyes shine. The hair on her forehead may have been curled up slightly by the heat of the flames because it was close to the fire, and it was floating in front of her forehead.
Qiuqiu thought she had forgotten all of this.
But it seems that she still remembers it, and there are no omissions in some small details.
My mother started serving the rice, and my sister helped to serve the bowl.
It was almost dark, and it was better outside. The inside of the house was darker.
In order to save lamp oil and lamp wax, the family set up a table in the yard to eat. They finished the supper in the last light. There was also a cat who ran away from somewhere.
My sister secretly fed the chewed cake to the cat.
My mother saw it, but she pretended not to see it and didn't scold her.
My mother always says that cats cannot be fed, and if they are full, they will not catch rats anymore and will be lazy.
There is no Qiuqiu in this peaceful farm stay.
Qiuqiu is just a bystander.
She broke through the first few floors of the tower, some went smoothly, some were difficult. The fifth floor was a bit difficult, but the sixth floor was such a peaceful memory scene.
Qiuqiu didn’t know where the trick to break the formation was.
She wasn't in a hurry to search for it.
After dinner, there was nothing else to do. Some people took a stool to the tree in the middle of the village to chat and talk, while others were ready to go to bed early.
My sister made a basin of water to wash her face, then washed her feet. She soaked her feet in hot water and gently kicked the water splash.
My mother took the comb, spread her hair, gently combed her smoothly, and then braided her.
If she hadn't left, she should have lived this kind of life, right?
Such peace, peace and calmness.
There are parents, brothers, sisters... There is such a home, and the jujube tree in front of the door. In autumn, many dates will be born, and the children from the neighbors will come to steal dates, so they have to keep an eye on them.
They are not afraid of stealing their mouths and eating, but they have to prevent them from using the pole to ruin things.
However, all this has gone away from her.
Without Qiuqiu, they still lived well.
They no longer live in this yard. Guan Wei said that they moved to the town and their lives should be much richer than before.
My sister is already married, and my brother must have been married long ago, and maybe she has children.
This kind of life may be very good, but she has already embarked on a different path.
Everyone in the room was asleep, and the courtyard was in a quiet state of night.
Qiuqiu turned around and left the yard.
She walked forward step by step without looking back.
The sound of wind came from behind, whistling across the field, the empty sound.
She also wanted to look back and take a look.
Qiuqiu didn't stop until she reached the end and had no more road to go.
Huo'er stuck out his tongue and licked her cheeks. Its tongue was a bit rough and a little cool.
Did it also know that she was feeling a little disappointed and comforting her?
Qiuqiu touched its little head: "I'm fine."
The world in front of me gradually brightened up. Light dispelled the darkness, just like seeing the sunrise at the dawn of darkness.
But Qiuqiu knew that this was not sunrise.
A figure appeared in front of her eyes.
Qiuqiu was a little dazed, and then she immediately bowed and said, "Senior Shang."
The person standing in front of him turned out to be Shang Zhen.
Is this a coincidence, or is it because she has been thinking about Senior Shang Zhen that she really saw her?
Is this still a illusion?
Shang Zhen nodded and summoned her hand.
"Come."
Qiuqiu walked forward and stood beside Shang Zhen.
The pen in Shang Zhen's hand was dipped in ink and sprinkled out of thin air.
The ink marks fell on the snow-white paper one after another, like a drizzling spring rain. Mountains, stones, flowers and grass appeared on the paper.
The traces of light ink look so real.
"The first time I picked up a pen, I drew a flower. The master said that the flower would fail when it blooms. I wanted to keep it for a long time, afraid that it would be forgotten in the future." Shang Zhen said: "I remember that
The appearance of a flower is all about it. Others say the flowers drawn do not resemble each other, but I know that this is that one."
Shang Zhen was talking, but his hands didn't stop.
"Later, for a long time, my master was very disappointed with me. She felt that I wasted my bones in vain, but I couldn't learn anything. I was also ashamed. I hid and didn't want to see others, and my classmates all had sex.
I went to the trial hole, but I didn't go either. I knew that I was dragging my back when I went. I took a pen and painted it alone, and drew whatever I thought. I thought it would not work, and it not only wasted my master's hard work.
What to do in the future? But as long as I draw, I forget all these things. There is only painting in my heart and eyes..."
Shang Zhen whispered: "But later I became the palm peak of the seventh peak. Not to mention the surprise of others, I wouldn't even think of it myself."
"How can I make the Palm Peak? What can I do? Don't just occupy this position but can't do anything."
"The peak master at that time, my senior brother, told me that there are thousands of roads to practice Taoism, and it is not necessarily a mistake that no one has taken before." Shang Zhen smiled slightly and said in a low voice.
: "Actually, I secretly liked my senior brother at that time, but I never dared to tell him. After that... I missed the opportunity and would not come again. It would be useless to regret it."
Her eyes were pure and her smile was playful. Although she was a senior, Qiuqiu looked at her like her peers.
Although this senior achieved extraordinary achievements and finally realized the truth and ascended, her temperament was probably as innocent as a child from beginning to end and never changed.
"I always feel sorry. I haven't done anything for my fellow disciples. I have been in vain for this title of Palm Peak." Shang Zhen looked a little distressed: "The troubles are caused by me, but I still don't know.
How to deal with it.”
Qiuqiu is still unable to determine whether the memory of Shang Zhen or a phantom that is talking to him.
"Senior Shang, it may be a bit pretentious to ask this question. You are now..."
Shang Zhen smiled and said, "This is a spiritual sense I left behind."
Qiuqiu felt that Shang Zhen was somewhat similar to himself in some aspects.
She was also confused and became a palm peak, and she also couldn't figure out what she could do.
Sometimes Qiuqiu also feels that she is very guilty of sitting at this palm peak. If someone else comes, she will definitely be better than her.
But now there is a reference - it turns out that the Seventh Peak once had a senior who was as confused as her.
As soon as he discovered this, Qiuqiu suddenly felt confident.
Since Senior Shang can do it, she can do it too.
"These people came for the secret treasures that their predecessors might have left. They all wanted to realize the truth and ascend to the sky like their predecessors."
Shang Zhen thought for a while: "I don't have that kind of thing left, but even if I tell them, they won't believe it, right?"
Qiuqiu nodded.
Shang Zhen frowned: "Why are there such a group of people coming to cause trouble? It has been so long."
Yes, Qiuqiu wants to do it too.
It's been so long.
Why do these people come sooner or later, but they are coming out at this time? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.