The old swordsman didn't want to mention these trivial matters anymore. He looked cool, but in fact his life was not happy.
How many people in this world can really live happily?
Old Jianxiu suddenly thought of someone and said, "By the way, there is a girl in the palace who has been thinking about you. You might as well go and see her when you have time."
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "She is waiting for Chen?"
The old swordsman nodded and said, "Let's go and have a look."
He didn't say much, but his expression was a little complicated.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's fine."
The old sword cultivator did not go with Chen Changsheng. After leaving the wine shop, he found a tree outside the city and slept. As a monk, he could not sleep, but sometimes when he was awake, many things would come to his mind.
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After sleeping in this tree for a long time, I got used to it.
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After many years, Chen Changsheng walked into the Dajing Palace again.
The moonlight illuminates the golden-domed hall, and the vermilion door appears in front of you. It is quiet at night, but there is a bit of solemnity. It is the same as before, giving people a dull feeling at a glance.
Chen Changsheng walked slowly in the palace, and from time to time the palace guards passed in front of him, turning a blind eye to them.
He came to the library. Compared to the beginning, the library was still so quaint and unchanging.
"Creak..."
When the eunuch guarding the library saw the door open, he felt a little confused. He thought it was the wind and got up to close the door.
But when he sat down again, he felt sleepy. In the blink of an eye, he fell on the table and fell asleep.
Chen Changsheng took back his hand, raised his hand and took the light on the table.
He held the oil lamp and walked forward.
The library was extremely quiet, with the only sound of Chen Changsheng's footsteps.
"Crack."
When he reached the innermost part, Chen Changsheng stopped.
He raised his eyes and saw a girl in a light green dress sleeping soundly with a book in front of him.
We haven’t seen each other for many years. The little girl back then has grown up, and now her childishness has faded away. There seems to be a lot of sorrow between her eyebrows.
It seemed that he was disturbed by the movement.
String String slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw that ray of light entering her eyes, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to block it.
"Well..."
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, blocked the candlelight, and then squatted down and looked at the Princess Daqian in front of him.
String String put down her hand, and this time she finally saw the person in front of her clearly.
"You, you, you..."
Stringer opened his eyes wide and pointed at the person in front of him, suddenly speaking incoherently.
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said, "Long time no see."
String String was stunned for a moment, a candle stood between the two, as if more than ten years had passed.
At that moment, she thought of the gentleman she met in the library that night. The sight at that time made her remember it for more than ten years.
String string suddenly covered his mouth and laughed, but he didn't know what he was laughing about.
Chen Changsheng asked: "What are you laughing at?"
String said: "I remember at that time I didn't know you were a god, so I asked you to tell me stories."
Chen Changsheng's eyes were a little complicated, and after forcing a smile, he asked: "Do you know now?"
"Um."
Stringer nodded in agreement and said, "I just found out a little too late."
Chen Changsheng suddenly fell silent.
Stringer's eyes looked a little more lonely, and he didn't say anything more.
Until a moment later.
There seemed to be a wisp of breeze leaking in from outside, causing the candlelight to sway for a moment.
Chen Changsheng came back to his senses, looked at the string music in front of him, and said, "Do you still want to listen to the story?"
String String was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"listen."
Chen Changsheng smiled and then asked.
"Where did you talk about that day?"
"Speaking of the great sage being pinned down by the monk at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain."
"Let's start over. I should be able to finish the story this time."
Chen Changsheng sat on the floor just like he did before, and told the story of the Monkey King to the little girl in front of him.
At a certain moment, it seemed as if the years overlapped.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl in front of you has become slim and graceful, which makes people feel emotional.
Chen Changsheng started from the very beginning, talking about the monkey jumping out of the stone, then about the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and about the havoc in the Heavenly Palace...
Speaking of Tathagata Buddha, String Strings was as unhappy as before and said, "I don't like this monk."
"It's really hard to like."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "But that's the story."
"It can be changed."
"If you change it, there will be nothing behind it."
"Then don't change it."
In comparison, String Strings still wants to hear the story behind it.
The teacher continued to talk, talking about the monk Xuanzang and many monsters.
That night, the years in the library seemed to pass very slowly.
While listening to the string music, I suddenly felt a little dazed.
She looked at the gentleman in green shirt in front of her.
From beginning to end, nothing has changed!
It's still the same as before.
Sometimes String String couldn't understand herself. That year, she was thinking about the stories in the book. She kept thinking about them for a long time, and slowly she started thinking about people.
Apart from the story, she only remembered the good-looking gentleman.
It has been more than ten years and I never thought we would see each other again.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
String Strings wasn't listening to the rest of the story at all, she was just looking at this gentleman.
Chen Changsheng stopped talking and asked, "If you don't listen to the story well, what are you going to do with Chen?"
String String laughed playfully and said, "You are as beautiful as you were then."
"Chen has never changed." Chen Changsheng said.
Stringer looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Yes, you haven't changed, but I have. Even now, I feel a little regretful. If I had known, I wouldn't listen to your story, which made me miss you for so many years."
Chen Changsheng said: "After listening to the story, I no longer need to think about it."
"It's not all about stories."
"Then what are you still worried about?"
String said: "I miss you."
"Um?"
Chen Changsheng was stunned for a moment.
Seeing his appearance, Stringer couldn't help but smile and said: "There are no outsiders in this deep palace. You are my only friend, and I only remember you."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Listening to what you said, it seems that your life is not going well?"
Stringer nodded and said: "It's very bad. No one wants to be friends with me. They all call me a scoundrel and hope that I will die soon. The same is true for the emperor brother, who suddenly changed."
"Do you hate them?"
"I hate it, why don't I hate it?"
Stringer raised his head and said: "I wanted to escape all the time, but in the end I died in this palace."
As she said that, she suddenly lowered her head.
Chen Changsheng sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and put it on her head.
String string suddenly started sobbing and said, "I'm already dead. If you touch my head now, I can't even feel it."
A burst of golden light suddenly appeared in Chen Changsheng's palm.
The warm feeling came from through the hair, and the surroundings suddenly felt less cold.
Chen Changsheng asked: "What now? Do you feel it?"
Stringer raised her head, sobbing, and suddenly wanted to tell all the grievances she had suffered over the years.