Chapter 339 Fengding Pond and Lotus Freely Fragrant
When the lanterns first came on, Xu Guangling entered the community.
His house was bought relatively early, and it belongs to a kind of "pseudo-villa area". It might cost a lot to buy it now, but it didn't seem very expensive at the time.
Xu Guangling was led in by the guard.
Because the two access control lines have all been changed.
Six years in the city have been a time of great changes.
The doorman has been changed, the greenery at the door and even the walkway have been changed. Only the house located in the middle and rear of the community is still waiting there silently, waiting for the return of its former owner.
Everything in front of me is extremely familiar, yet extremely strange.
Xu Guangling felt that at this moment, both him and the outside world were divided into two halves, half real and half illusory, and he seemed to be walking between reality and illusion. His feet were solid, but he seemed to be at any time.
They will all become loose.
"Brother Sun, come in and sit down?" Xu Guangling greeted behind him as he opened the front door.
"No, no, no. As soon as you come back, I won't disturb your rest. I will send you the access card tomorrow morning."
"Okay, thank you, sorry for bothering you."
Closed the door.
Inside the door, it instantly became an old world.
Memories of the past flooded Xu Guangling's consciousness and dominated his body and mind.
At this moment, there is no one who has received a special opportunity. At this moment, there is no one who has been accepted as a disciple by two great sects. At this moment, there is no one who is arrogant in the training base. At this moment, there is no one who is waiting for Xi Jinping in Fuxi Jue.
A person who is as motionless as a mountain in the state of practice.
At this moment, there is also no one who is bravely climbing towards the realm of the extraordinary grand master.
At this moment, there is only a very fragile, weak and vulnerable person.
Opened the door and entered the living room.
There was no time to unload the package on his back, Xu Guangling stood in the middle of the living room, looking around dreamily.
On the front wall of the living room, there is a large painting. The painting was painted by Xu's father, who asked a friend to paint it, and then he inscribed it himself, "Recalling the past, drinking on the bridge at noon, most of them were heroes. The moon passed by in the long ravine silently. Apricot blossoms
In the sparse shadows, I played the flute until dawn."
Xu's father actually didn't know how to play the flute. Even if he did, he could only make a howl.
He wrote this poem mostly to please his lover.
On the left side of the living room, there is a long painting with a horizontal axis. What is shown in the painting is a music score.
A music score composed by Xu's mother and "corrected" by Xu Guangling.
This painting also has an inscription by Xu's father, declaring his status as the head of the family. The inscription is the names of three people, Xu's mother in the front, Xu Guangling in the middle, and Xu's father himself in the back. Then there is the date.
Xu Guangling's eyes were fixed on these three names for a long, long time.
That night, Xu Guangling was in his home, wandering around. The previous trek of thousands of miles was like strolling in a leisurely garden, but now the stroll in the courtyard was like a trek of thousands of miles, which made Xu Guangling physically and mentally exhausted.
It's tired, not tired.
An indescribable feeling of powerlessness.
Just like having a cold and a high fever, your feet feel light and airy. But this lightness does not bring relaxation. On the contrary, it is very heavy, which makes you feel sore and painful.
Colds are a thing of the past for Xu Guangling.
Of course this is the same feeling.
But at this time, he took the initiative to let go of all his defenses and let everything in the past launch a vicious attack on him.
The more severe the attack, the more painful it will be.
But in the pain, there is indulgence and intoxication.
Later, Xu Guangling sat on the dusty floor until finally, he lay down in the living room, lying in the memories and years of the past, until he seemed to have returned to the beginning, lying on the bed of his mother and father.
In arms.
The night passed quietly, and then it was daybreak.
Xu Guangling's physical and mental consciousness also seemed to have emerged from some kind of fog or quagmire.
Even though he had indulged himself for a night and a day like this, his body and spirit at the moment were still so good, even too good, with an indescribable clarity and clarity.
This even made Xu Guangling smile a little bitterly.
Because as the night passed, the sadness and remembrance of yesterday seemed to have completely flowed away from his heart.
Yesterday's sadness was natural. He couldn't control it, let alone control it. If he felt sad again now, it would be "forced", because the feeling of his body at this moment was indescribable.
It was so good that his whole body and mind were at peace.
If washed with water.
Yurunbingqing.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back to see you." Xu Guangling murmured, then he bent his legs slightly, with his toes lightly pressing on the ground, and he stood up from the floor.
"Dad, Mom, your son is already a man who is about to become a grand master."
"Do you know what a Grand Master is?"
"I'm so awesome, so awesome, so awesome that I can arm-wrestle with you with just one little finger. I'm so awesome that I can compete with mom in music creation. In the time it takes for you to compose one song, I can easily compose a hundred songs."
, or even a thousand.”
"Dad, don't you really like the artistic conception of traveling to the North Sea and Mu Cangwu? Your son, I have already half-stepped into that level."
Xu Guangling looked at the wall on the right side of the living room and spoke softly and slowly.
There was an enlarged photo above, mostly of scenery, but in the middle of the picture, there was a man and a woman, holding the hands of a little boy walking in the middle with their left and right hands respectively.
The scene is frozen in the moment when the little boy relies on his parents' support and lets his feet off the ground wantonly.
"Your son is grown up now!"
Xu Guangling said, smiled, and then began to clean the entire home.
It has been unoccupied for a long time. Even if it is cleaned very well, there is still that strange smell. This smell is completely torture for Xu Guangling's current sense of smell. In fact, it is not just the smell, but an overall feeling.
.
Needless to say, last night was careless. But at this moment, Xu Guangling really couldn't bear this.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Guangling suddenly made a strange move. He used his consciousness to involve the faint air of the nearby vegetation and the air of the earth and mountains, and then let the two airs wash back and forth inside and outside the entire building.
There was no theoretical support for him to do this. Xu Guangling did it purely randomly.
but.
It worked.
After just ten minutes, the strange smell completely disappeared and was replaced by freshness and nature.
The entire building, both inside and outside, seems to have been bathed in the eternal sunshine, and then because of the sunshine, it exudes a unique smell that belongs to the sunshine.
The windows are wide open, letting in real sunlight.
Xu Guangling sat in the brand-new side room, moving his hands slightly, and the piano in front of him started playing again after many years of absence.
As the keys moved slightly, a piece of music flowed out like flowing water and like moonlight, and then gradually blended into the sunlight that shone into the room.
Xu's mother once composed a song, "Lotus".
The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
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