Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin left Zhao State in the thirty-fifth year and this autumn.

In the autumn of the Huo Burning Kingdom, the autumn wind blew across the sea, across the sky and the earth, and fell on the Zhao Kingdom. It was already winter. Looking around, the entire Zhao Kingdom was covered with white snow, as if it was wearing a white cotton-padded jacket. , endless as far as the eye can see.

Only the traces left by the two rows of carriages on the official road on the ground gradually faded away amid the creaking sound.

Along this official road, you can see an inn. The inn is covered in thick white snow in the snow. It is desolate and there is no human habitation inside.

Most of this inn collapsed more than ten years ago. After crushing several people who stayed here, the owner got into a lawsuit and died in prison. As for the old man, he also left sadly. Now I don’t know where I have gone, where I have taken root, whether I am still alive, or I am dead.

Over time, this inn that once made the great scholar of Zhao Guo drunk in the early years gradually became a ruin. Next to the official road, it was in ruins due to wind and rain.

The carriage stopped for a moment when passing the inn. The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a burst of heat radiated from inside. In this cold world, it disappeared not far after it dispersed.

An old man in white clothes looked from inside the curtain to the abandoned inn covered in white blood. His eyes revealed memories. After a long time, he sighed softly and lowered the curtain.

"Wan'er, there was an inn here in the early years, and it was here that I woke up." The old voice came from the carriage, which gradually drove away into the distance.

As it went away, the sounds inside the carriage gradually became fainter, and finally the dancing snowflakes covered the sky and the earth, and everything became blurred. Only the howling of the cold wind was still blowing, as if it was tireless.

The old man's time is short. You can count your return, silently look at the blue sky and white clouds, and watch the snowflakes fall. Similarly, the old man's time is also infinite. What is infinite is his memory, which can be remembered in memory. Forgot the return date.

The carriage was not going very fast. Amidst the bumps, it followed the official road and slowly headed towards the mountain village at the foot of Hengyue Mountain. At dusk of the second sunset, the snow was still falling, getting heavier and heavier. There is no sign of stopping.

Heavy snow sealed the mountains and even the earth. Only this carriage drove silently on the ground, getting closer and closer to the mountain village.

Until dusk passes and evening comes, the mountain village in the wind and snow can be seen in the distance. The mountain village in the snow looks quiet from a distance, especially in the evening. Even those big dogs who are usually very alert are... They all huddled in their nests, even though they heard the sound of wheels creaking in the wind and snow,

I don't want to raise my head and call out a few times.

Every household is beside the lit stove. On this cold winter night, they use the fire to keep warm and the family to be together to warm their souls. The dual warmth of heart and body can make the mortals in this world live again and again. In winter, it is no longer cold.

Among the many houses in the mountain village, there was one house with two big dogs crawling together in the yard to keep warm. Other than that, there was a blanket of white snow.

In the house in the courtyard, there is a weak firelight shining through the withered yellow window paper, scattered in the courtyard, dimming the color of the white snow, like a tired sunset, struggling, slowly lowering its head, about to return. went.

In the light of the fire, you can see a rickety figure behind the window paper. The figure is huddled, holding a thin fire pole in his hand, and is fiddling with the candlelight, trying to make the candlelight brighter.

It was an old man, an old man with wrinkles on his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He sat there, staring blankly at the candlelight. After a long time, he tightened his cotton-padded jacket and looked down at himself. of the right wrist.

He is a great blessing.

"It's been many years... He should be back soon..." Dafu looked at his right wrist, where there was a golden handprint. He gently touched the handprint, and Dafu's eyes revealed memories.

He has been waiting here for thirty-five years. He always remembers that Wang Lin told him before leaving that he would come back and asked him to wait here forever.

"He said that there will never be another thirty-eight years in his life. He will be back soon..." Dafu looked tired and stood up with a cane. He was about to take a rest, but at this moment, suddenly something happened in the yard. The two big dogs, which were too cold to speak, whined and barked.

The sound of the carriage's wheels pressing against the snow was faintly heard, and finally it stopped outside the yard. The door of the carriage opened, and Wang Lin faced the wind and snow, holding on to the shaft, and stepped out of the carriage.

Behind him, Li Muwan, who had become an old woman, stepped out of the carriage with a soft smile and stood with Wang Lin, looking at the yard and the houses with lights in the yard.

With a creaking sound, the door of the house was pushed open from the inside. Dafu stared blankly at Wang Lin outside the yard, where he stood after the snowstorm, and grinned stupidly.

"I'm back." Wang Lin looked at Dafu, who was also old, and said with a smile.

The wind and snow are even bigger.

But in the house in the snowy courtyard, the fire was burning brightly. In this cold, the master and servant met again after thirty-five years of separation.

That night, the cold wind howled and a lot of snow fell, but the three people in the room did not feel the cold, but felt the warmth.

Until early in the morning, the snowflakes gradually became sparse and fell sporadically, and the sun filled the earth. Although it could not blend with the snow, it made people feel fresh.

Especially when the sun fell on the snow, it made the earth dazzling, and the light shone, making people unable to open their eyes at first glance. In the early morning of this day, Wang Lin took Li Muwan, Dafu, and the three of them there. Visit the cemetery of Wang Lin’s parents at the end of the village.

Kneeling in front of the tomb, Li Muwan also knelt beside Wang Lin, and the two of them remained silent in front of the tomb for a long time.

"Father, mother, her name is Li Muwan, she is your daughter-in-law... I brought her to see you." Wang Lin did not cry or tear. He took Li Muwan's hand and bowed to the tomb spirit.

A few days later, in the wind and snow, the carriage left the mountain village and headed towards Su City.

On the carriage, Wang Lin lifted the curtain and looked back at his home that was gradually hidden in the snow. In front of his eyes, it seemed that seventy-three years ago, he was carrying a bamboo book box alone, under the kind eyes of his parents. Every few steps I have to look back, until my parents are no longer visible, then I finally turn my head and walk step by step towards the future.

At that time, he was still ignorant. He didn't know where his future path would be. He just knew that he wanted his parents to live a good life in the future, and he wanted his relatives to look up at his family.

Now, as he sat on the carriage and looked around, the scenes of the past gradually blurred until they were replaced by wind and snow. With a sigh, Wang Lin lowered the curtain.

The carriage drove away.

In the spring of seventy-four years, this carriage came to Sioux City.

Sioux City's spring brings life back to life, especially after the snow melts, the aroma of earth and grass fills the heart and is unforgettable.

This smell was very familiar to Wang Lin. He was looking for the aroma, just like when Wang Lin came to Su City for the first time. He rented a boat, bought osmanthus wine, and sat on the boat with Li Muwan, drinking wine. , watching the sunrise and sunset, savoring the rest of your life.

Dafu was still the same as before, sitting aside and looking at Wang Lin with a happy smile on his face.

"This is a date, he will definitely come." Wang Lin held the wine bottle. He had entered his twilight years, and the age spots on his hands were more and darker. He took the wine bottle and took a sip.

The sound of the piano echoed, but it was Li Muwan who played the strings.

Days passed day by day, and the spring in Sioux City passed quietly after a few months, and it was June of another year.

It was June of the seventy-fifth year. Catkins were flying again. Wang Lin was sitting on the bow of the boat, drinking osmanthus wine and laughing loudly.

"Heaven and earth are the reverse journeys of things... Time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations... And life is like a dream, rejoicing for many times... for many times of rejoicing..." Wang Lin smiled, and the boat was along the river, in front of it, There is a stone bridge. There is no one on the bridge, but there is a white bird in the sky above the bridge.

This flying bird has not appeared for a long time. After appearing now, it circled on the stone bridge. Gradually, the streets around the bridge seemed to become blurred, as if everything in the world was blurred at this moment. Not sure.

Only the stone bridge and the painted boat are particularly conspicuous in this world.

As the boat approached, Wang Lin's eyes showed the brightest light in more than seventy years. He stood up and looked at the stone bridge with piercing eyes.

"Here we come..." Wang Lin murmured.

At this moment, I saw the white bird whistling from the sky and falling on the stone bridge, turning into a white crystal light that spread out. From a distance, it seemed to have become a white vortex.

Within the vortex, a person slowly walked out.

This was a young man with white hair and a stern expression showing confusion. He looked around blankly until the boat got closer and closer. The young man's eyes suddenly looked directly at the boat and Wang Lin on the boat.

The two people's gazes were united in the blur of heaven and earth. In an instant, it was as if time had stopped passing, or in other words, time in this dream had indeed stopped completely.

Li Muwan's hands playing the piano froze, and the sound disappeared. Dafu sat aside, looking at his right wrist, motionless. The rushing sound of the surrounding river disappeared, and the catkins in the sky no longer danced, but floated in mid-air, frozen.

Everything, everything in the world, came to a complete halt at this moment.

Only the young man on the stone bridge and Wang Lin on the bow remained the same.

"Why don't you come over and have a drink with yourself." Wang Lin smiled and sat aside.

The white young man on the stone bridge was silent for a moment, then took a step forward and stood at the bow of the ship in an instant. After sitting aside, he picked up a bottle of wine and took a big sip without looking at his other self. , but looked at Li Muwan, who had become an old woman, for a long, long time.