People in Lizhou have heard the joke more or less that the three clear things in Lizhou are: the water of the Emerald Lake, the moon of Luming Mountain, and Miss Ling's eyes.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in the dimly lit place——
Suddenly all the fireworks and lanterns were extinguished, leaving only a dim yellow light beside the woman, shining on the flowers by the water.
Prosperity is fleeting and tranquil forever.
In the boat, she was playing the flute, and the lights were bright. The woman raised her eyes and looked at the boat where Zhi Ya was. Xishuo was holding a lotus lantern that floated to his feet, looking from afar.
"What wish did you make?"
"There are blooming flowers every year, just like the prosperous times. Where is the young master?"
"The world is at peace, the seas and rivers are clear." His voice was calm and graceful, and he spoke slowly at this moment, like a divine metaphor.
"Then you come with me!"
The six words seemed to make Ling Yue speak with great pride. The girl looked up at him like the most smug young man under the sun.
"Promise no one can bully you in the future." He added, his teeth bright in his smile.
"Yeah!" The girl nodded vigorously.
The sun has not gone down yet, Fuliang Street is bustling with people, and the girl is following Ling Yue. She feels like the sun at this moment, warm and thorough, staying in this world. The back, which is not broad in front, is taller and more majestic than any mountain or river.
As if he had finally given up on pursuing something, he opened his fingers inch by inch, finally let go of his hand, walked past her, and left in silence as before.
This time she didn't dare to look at his profile as he passed by. After he passed by, she covered her mouth and squatted down, her shoulders trembling to cover up all sounds.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...
She kept talking, both to him and to herself.
Xu Zhiwei shook his head, walked to the window, his figure seemed to be in danger, and said slowly: "On the eleventh day of my year, my father was affected by an epidemic, and my mother was infected with the disease. Within a hundred days, I lost my parents. I mourned that there was no good doctor, and I was helpless. Now I am writing a letter deliberately, vowing to save things as my heart! How can I ask for retribution if I have my heart to save things?"
"What do you think would happen if the imperial court promoted all the people in the world according to their aptitudes, each with their own specialties, and jointly governed the nine states?"
"It's your Highness's wish. But when did Your Highness make the decision?"
"Perhaps it was in my heart before, but now that I have experienced it myself, I understand it more. It is not easy, but I have been pursuing it my whole life."
"What His Highness pointed out is that past events will continue until death."
"Then respect Daxi's future."
"Honor the fire of Kyushu."
Decades later, Minghuai wore a purple robe and a gold belt, received a letter of destiny, promoted countless famous ministers, and never missed a day in the morning for forty years. Standing in front of the Kowloon steps in the early morning, the sky is dimly bright, looking at the arches of the Huangji Palace in front of me, with all the civil and military officials behind me solemnly, I recall the moment when I was young and Xi Shuo in front of Fuliang Street, and the words I spoke boldly between the lamps in the Linshui residence turned out to be a lifelong promise. The old friend has passed away. There are tears in his eyes as he smiles no longer young, and he says with nostalgia: "It is better to spend a thousand gold to buy wine than to be young on the road."
The sound of branches and leaves was so loud that neither of them heard the other person stop. They wanted to look back, but their necks were stiff, fearing that there was no one behind them. After a long pause, no one looked back.
Many years later, Xia Guanlan and Ling Yue were beside the Emerald Lake, drinking Begonia drunkenly from jars after jars. The midsummer wind was blowing by, and the branches and leaves were rustling. He stared blankly at the sparkling water of the lake, thinking of the few farewells in his life.
"Except for meeting each other and saying goodbye, we have been going in opposite directions throughout our lives."
Intention: Live up to your original intention, and there will be no obstacles in the mountains