The cold wind from the northwest is like a sword, carrying snowflakes and constantly beating the window.
Another winter has arrived, and Ji Gui's health is getting worse and worse. He can't even get off the ground, and he clings to the bed all day long.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Beggar came in with the hot water soup that had just been filled with hot water. He carefully stuffed it into the quilt at his feet, and then took out another soup dumpling that had already cooled down. "Brother is in good spirits today. Did you sleep well last night?"
"Okay." Ji Gui, who was leaning on the bedside, nodded and said with a smile, "I dreamed about the Third Master last night... I haven't dreamed about him for a long time, it's been a few years..."
The beggar laughed twice and glanced outside the door with a complicated expression.
A faint figure on the window lattice did not move for a long time, but finally did not enter the house.
When the figure disappeared silently, he turned back to face the window, rubbed the jade pendant carefully with his fingers, and sighed softly...
Last night was like a dream, but not a dream.
Intention: Meditating in two places, knowing each other