Many years later, I had a nickname: Venomous West. Anyone can become cruel, if they've ever known jealousy. I don't care what other people think of me. I just don't want anyone else to be happier than I am.
That year, Huang Yaoshi came here again. But this time, he hadn't come to drink with me. For the woman he loved, he drank a wine called "Drunken Life, Dreaming of Death," forgetting everything except the peach blossoms.
The Venomous West from Wong Kar-wai's Ashes of Time, and Can Jian from Hero, who transmigrates into Huang Yaoshi.
When the two meet, what sort of dreamlike illusion will unfold?
Work in progress:
A special note about this story: I love the style of Wong Kar-wai's Ashes of Time, so I've done my best to imitate it. Those who've seen the movie may find it very familiar, but please don't mind. I wanted to expand on that story. What could fit in better than some lines from the original movie? That's why the opening and ending both use lines from the film. So~~ I've worked hard to bring its style and story into my own.
I've wanted to write something inspired by Wong Kar-wai's Ashes of Time ever since I saw it years ago, but I never had the courage. I always felt I couldn't quite grasp its style. I think this attempt comes pretty close, so I'm shamelessly sharing it with everyone~
Theme:
... I am a Rong fan... So when I saw this, I felt... So weird.
I like Wong Kar Wai's The Poison of East Asia because I like Leslie Cheung. I like all his movies.. Why don't I write more about my resentment...
Many years later.
The snow on Baituo Mountain has melted, but I am waiting for someone. This man is very punctual. He comes to see me every year on March 13th. And every time he saw me, he only said two sentences. When he comes, he will say, I am coming. When he left, he would tell me, if I don't come next time, don't come to me.
March 13th, windy and no rain. The sky is overcast. There are bad omens in the northwest, and it is a good time for mourning but not for marriage.
I leaned on the corridor, holding a wine glass, watching the mountains melt with snow. How much time has passed, I don't know. But I knew that I had to wait until that person came. As for where he came from and where he was going, I had no idea at all. But I know that his name is Can Jian.
The snow melted and brewed in my wine glass. In the dusk, a white shadow gradually became clear.
What appeared in front of me was an expressionless man. You are not Can Jian. I held the drink without looking at him.
He seemed to smile, but his face remained expressionless. I am not Can Jian, but Can Jian asked me to come to see you.
He saw that the palm of my hand was shaking and the water in the wine glass did not flow out. I lowered my head slightly. Why didn't he come? There was a slight tremor in my voice, and even the snow in my hand became warm.
Can Jian will not come because I killed him.
He suddenly raised his face and looked at me steadily. But there should be no change in my eyes, so calm, like melting snow. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and looked at me. Now, I'm going to kill you. He said. Because this is Can Jian's last wish.
I didn't respond to him. The wine in the glass had seeped into a piece of snow and melted coldly.
I recognize your sword, it was used by Can Jian. I drank my last glass of wine.
The sword never left his hand, and he was really dead. Dead, these two words were in my mouth.
Yes, dead. Snowflakes were falling. How could there be snowflakes in March? I thought I was in a state of drunkenness and death. I raised my face and looked at him.
I can't see him clearly. He is not Broken Sword.
I don't know how he fell. His white clothes were scattered in the snow, and he fell down with bright red blood.
I asked him, Can Jian, why I let you kill me.
He opened his mouth with a mysterious smile. He closed his eyes and didn't answer my question.
I turned around and suddenly heard a distant voice.
Because he told me that he will always be with you.
I turned around suddenly, and the wine glass fell and shattered into pieces.
He was dead, lying in the snow. I walked over in a daze, lay on the ground, and touched his cold cheek.
His eyebrows, his eyes, everything about him.
A long time later, I was on the White Camel Mountain. The snow here has melted, leaving only a light layer of frost.
I don't know how long I waited, but I know that person will not come again. Occasionally I would lower my body and hold a sword in my hand, feeling cold and heartbroken.
My name is Ouyang Feng, and I am the owner of White Camel Mountain.
I'm waiting for a person, his name is Can Jian.
Ten years ago, he came to me and I killed him. Later, I kept waiting for him.
He and I both knew that we wanted to forget the past, but we both lost.
What I can't get, I can only destroy. But I don't even have the courage to destroy it. Ten years ago, I used my sword skills to kill Can Jian, but lost my heart.
A long time later, there was no snow on Baituo Mountain, and there was no Ouyang Feng, only a broken sword body.
Many years later.
The snow on Baituo Mountain has melted, but I am waiting for someone. This man is very punctual. He comes to see me every year on March 13th. And every time he saw me, he only said two sentences. When he comes, he will say, I am coming. When he left, he would tell me, if I don't come next time, don't come to me.
March 13th, windy and no rain. The sky is overcast. There are bad omens in the northwest, and it is a good time for mourning but not for marriage.
I leaned on the corridor, holding a wine glass, watching the mountains melt with snow. How much time has passed, I don't know. But I knew that I had to wait until that person came. As for where he came from and where he was going, I had no idea at all. But I know that his name is Can Jian.
The snow melted and brewed in my wine glass. In the dusk, a white shadow gradually became clear.
What appeared in front of me was an expressionless man. You are not Can Jian. I held the drink without looking at him.
He seemed to smile, but his face remained expressionless. I am not Can Jian, but Can Jian asked me to come to see you.
He saw that the palm of my hand was shaking and the water in the wine glass did not flow out. I lowered my head slightly. Why didn't he come? There was a slight tremor in my voice, and even the snow in my hand became warm.
Can Jian will not come because I killed him.
He suddenly raised his face and looked at me steadily. But there should be no change in my eyes, so calm, like melting snow. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and looked at me. Now, I'm going to kill you. He said. Because this is Can Jian's last wish.
I didn't respond to him. The wine in the glass had seeped into a piece of snow and melted coldly.
I recognize your sword, it was used by Can Jian. I drank my last glass of wine.
The sword never left his hand, and he was really dead. Dead, these two words were in my mouth.
Yes, dead. Snowflakes were falling. How could there be snowflakes in March? I thought I was in a state of drunkenness and death. I raised my face and looked at him.
I can't see him clearly. He is not Broken Sword.
I don't know how he fell. His white clothes were scattered in the snow, and he fell down with bright red blood.
I asked him, Can Jian, why I let you kill me.
He opened his mouth with a mysterious smile. He closed his eyes and didn't answer my question.
I turned around and suddenly heard a distant voice.
Because he told me that he will always be with you.
I turned around suddenly, and the wine glass fell and shattered into pieces.
He was dead, lying in the snow. I walked over in a daze, lay on the ground, and touched his cold cheek.
His eyebrows, his eyes, everything about him.
A long time later, I was on the White Camel Mountain. The snow here has melted, leaving only a light layer of frost.
I don't know how long I waited, but I know that person will not come again. Occasionally I would lower my body and hold a sword in my hand, feeling cold and heartbroken.
My name is Ouyang Feng, and I am the owner of White Camel Mountain.
I'm waiting for a person, his name is Can Jian.
Ten years ago, he came to me and I killed him. Later, I kept waiting for him.
He and I both knew that we wanted to forget the past, but we both lost.
What I can't get, I can only destroy. But I don't even have the courage to destroy it. Ten years ago, I used my sword skills to kill Can Jian, but lost my heart.
A long time later, there was no snow on Baituo Mountain, and there was no Ouyang Feng, only a broken sword body.
Flowers don't like BE~~~ People are still there, but God is gone. This is more tragic than people being gone.
Ah~~~It's all gone~~~ Wuwuwu
The story is very incomplete, and all his stories began on a quiet snowy night, with snow flying all over the sky and a vast expanse of white. His person and his sword were both covered with a layer of white.
I like this sentence~~Edan ╭(╯3╰)╮
Ba Guo seems to be much more cheerful than the movie~~
It feels like a movie~~Wong Kar-Wai should come and worship~~hehe (yin laugh·~)
... Okay, the theme is very clear, he is Zhuang Zhou, he is Mengdie T T
... I am a Rong fan... So when I saw this, I felt... So weird.
I like Wong Kar Wai's The Poison of East Asia because I like Leslie Cheung. I like all his movies.. Why don't I write more about my resentment...
Many years later. The snow on Baituo Mountain has melted, but I am waiting for someone. This man is very punctual. He comes to see me every year on March 13th. And every time he saw me, he only said two sentences. When he comes, he will say, I am coming. When he left, he would tell me, if I don't come next time, don't come to me. March 13th, windy and no rain. The sky is overcast. There are bad omens in the northwest, and it is a good time for mourning but not for marriage. I leaned on the corridor, holding a wine glass, watching the mountains melt with snow. How much time has passed, I don't know. But I knew that I had to wait until that person came. As for where he came from and where he was going, I had no idea at all. But I know that his name is Can Jian. The snow melted and brewed in my wine glass. In the dusk, a white shadow gradually became clear. What appeared in front of me was an expressionless man. You are not Can Jian. I held the drink without looking at him. He seemed to smile, but his face remained expressionless. I am not Can Jian, but Can Jian asked me to come to see you. He saw that the palm of my hand was shaking and the water in the wine glass did not flow out. I lowered my head slightly. Why didn't he come? There was a slight tremor in my voice, and even the snow in my hand became warm. Can Jian will not come because I killed him. He suddenly raised his face and looked at me steadily. But there should be no change in my eyes, so calm, like melting snow. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and looked at me. Now, I'm going to kill you. He said. Because this is Can Jian's last wish. I didn't respond to him. The wine in the glass had seeped into a piece of snow and melted coldly. I recognize your sword, it was used by Can Jian. I drank my last glass of wine. The sword never left his hand, and he was really dead. Dead, these two words were in my mouth. Yes, dead. Snowflakes were falling. How could there be snowflakes in March? I thought I was in a state of drunkenness and death. I raised my face and looked at him. I can't see him clearly. He is not Broken Sword. I don't know how he fell. His white clothes were scattered in the snow, and he fell down with bright red blood. I asked him, Can Jian, why I let you kill me. He opened his mouth with a mysterious smile. He closed his eyes and didn't answer my question. I turned around and suddenly heard a distant voice. Because he told me that he will always be with you. I turned around suddenly, and the wine glass fell and shattered into pieces. He was dead, lying in the snow. I walked over in a daze, lay on the ground, and touched his cold cheek. His eyebrows, his eyes, everything about him. A long time later, I was on the White Camel Mountain. The snow here has melted, leaving only a light layer of frost. I don't know how long I waited, but I know that person will not come again. Occasionally I would lower my body and hold a sword in my hand, feeling cold and heartbroken. My name is Ouyang Feng, and I am the owner of White Camel Mountain. I'm waiting for a person, his name is Can Jian. Ten years ago, he came to me and I killed him. Later, I kept waiting for him. He and I both knew that we wanted to forget the past, but we both lost. What I can't get, I can only destroy. But I don't even have the courage to destroy it. Ten years ago, I used my sword skills to kill Can Jian, but lost my heart. A long time later, there was no snow on Baituo Mountain, and there was no Ouyang Feng, only a broken sword body.
Many years later. The snow on Baituo Mountain has melted, but I am waiting for someone. This man is very punctual. He comes to see me every year on March 13th. And every time he saw me, he only said two sentences. When he comes, he will say, I am coming. When he left, he would tell me, if I don't come next time, don't come to me. March 13th, windy and no rain. The sky is overcast. There are bad omens in the northwest, and it is a good time for mourning but not for marriage. I leaned on the corridor, holding a wine glass, watching the mountains melt with snow. How much time has passed, I don't know. But I knew that I had to wait until that person came. As for where he came from and where he was going, I had no idea at all. But I know that his name is Can Jian. The snow melted and brewed in my wine glass. In the dusk, a white shadow gradually became clear. What appeared in front of me was an expressionless man. You are not Can Jian. I held the drink without looking at him. He seemed to smile, but his face remained expressionless. I am not Can Jian, but Can Jian asked me to come to see you. He saw that the palm of my hand was shaking and the water in the wine glass did not flow out. I lowered my head slightly. Why didn't he come? There was a slight tremor in my voice, and even the snow in my hand became warm. Can Jian will not come because I killed him. He suddenly raised his face and looked at me steadily. But there should be no change in my eyes, so calm, like melting snow. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and looked at me. Now, I'm going to kill you. He said. Because this is Can Jian's last wish. I didn't respond to him. The wine in the glass had seeped into a piece of snow and melted coldly. I recognize your sword, it was used by Can Jian. I drank my last glass of wine. The sword never left his hand, and he was really dead. Dead, these two words were in my mouth. Yes, dead. Snowflakes were falling. How could there be snowflakes in March? I thought I was in a state of drunkenness and death. I raised my face and looked at him. I can't see him clearly. He is not Broken Sword. I don't know how he fell. His white clothes were scattered in the snow, and he fell down with bright red blood. I asked him, Can Jian, why I let you kill me. He opened his mouth with a mysterious smile. He closed his eyes and didn't answer my question. I turned around and suddenly heard a distant voice. Because he told me that he will always be with you. I turned around suddenly, and the wine glass fell and shattered into pieces. He was dead, lying in the snow. I walked over in a daze, lay on the ground, and touched his cold cheek. His eyebrows, his eyes, everything about him. A long time later, I was on the White Camel Mountain. The snow here has melted, leaving only a light layer of frost. I don't know how long I waited, but I know that person will not come again. Occasionally I would lower my body and hold a sword in my hand, feeling cold and heartbroken. My name is Ouyang Feng, and I am the owner of White Camel Mountain. I'm waiting for a person, his name is Can Jian. Ten years ago, he came to me and I killed him. Later, I kept waiting for him. He and I both knew that we wanted to forget the past, but we both lost. What I can't get, I can only destroy. But I don't even have the courage to destroy it. Ten years ago, I used my sword skills to kill Can Jian, but lost my heart. A long time later, there was no snow on Baituo Mountain, and there was no Ouyang Feng, only a broken sword body.
Flowers don't like BE~~~ People are still there, but God is gone. This is more tragic than people being gone.
Ah~~~It's all gone~~~ Wuwuwu
The story is very incomplete, and all his stories began on a quiet snowy night, with snow flying all over the sky and a vast expanse of white. His person and his sword were both covered with a layer of white. I like this sentence~~Edan ╭(╯3╰)╮
Ba Guo seems to be much more cheerful than the movie~~
It feels like a movie~~Wong Kar-Wai should come and worship~~hehe (yin laugh·~)
... Okay, the theme is very clear, he is Zhuang Zhou, he is Mengdie T T