Qingyun Sect, Big Bamboo Peak.
Du Bishu and He Dazhi, who had gone out to cultivate, had returned. At this moment, they were talking to Song Daren in Shoujing Hall. Wen Min stood behind Song Daren and listened to the two of them talk about what they had seen along the way.
Du Bishu toyed with his stock and said with a smile,"Junior Sister, how about I tell you what I saw along the way?”
Song Daren was stunned and turned to look at Wen Min. Wen Min was stunned and the couple looked at each other. He Dazhi secretly laughed at the side. Song Daren looked at him questioningly. He Dazhi looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and straightened his clothes. His gaze stopped on the clear sky outside. It seemed that he had not paid attention to what was happening here from the beginning. He was engrossed in it. Or perhaps it was because he looked especially good today, and he was lost in his reverie as he looked at the sky. The clear sky was indeed beautiful, and the white clouds lay lazily on the clouds. The clear sky was exceptionally bright. The breeze blew past the white clouds and shook them, changing their appearances.
Du Bishu's strange move caught Song Daren off guard. Suddenly, Wen Min called out," Little Junior Brother, why are you trying to make a comeback? You're the youngest on Big Bamboo Peak now. At least your Senior Brother listens to me. You won't be at a disadvantage if you listen to me."
Wen Min pursed her lips and laughed wildly, losing her composure. Wen Min married Song Daren and was still the same as before. She liked to play tricks on Song Daren. Song Daren naturally gave in to Wen Min in every way. Wen Min refused to let go, and Song Daren always giggled foolishly. The husband and wife were living in harmony, and their lives were very uncomfortable. Big Bamboo Peak had always been sparsely populated. A few of his junior brothers had gone out to cultivate. Big Bamboo Peak was deserted and only the couple were left. Big Yellow, who had been noisy for a few days, had also disappeared. It was probably that Song Daren's cooking was not to the old dog's taste. Big Yellow had inexplicably disappeared for several days. The couple had searched everywhere but could not find any traces. Song Daren had always treated the old dog with courtesy. This dog had accompanied Tian Buyi for many years, so Song Daren naturally did not dare to slack off and serve him well. After a series of fruitless searches, he could only give up.
It had been quiet for quite a few days, and indeed, it was very lively when the two of them returned today. Song Daren had entered the sect a little longer, and the other junior brothers were about the same age as Wen Min. They usually joked around and did not care much. The few of them usually addressed Wen Min as the " Head Chief ", which meant that Wen Min was the real Head Chief of Big Bamboo Peak, and Song Daren was the one who helped her. However, he didn't address them as Senior Sister or Junior Brother.
" Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother…" Wen Min slowed down her tone and called out word by word.
Song Daren chuckled. He Dazhi came back to his senses and imitated Wen Min's tone." Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother…" He laughed at Du Bishu in a weird tone.
On the way back, he even made a bet with me that he would definitely be able to play tricks on the "First Head" this time. He Dazhi's laughter was indeed a little exaggerated.
Du Bishu scratched his head and tilted his head, remaining silent. He seemed to have thought of something." Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother…" Song Daren smiled and was momentarily stunned.
" Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother…" It was such a familiar title. How many years had it been since he last called him that?
Wen Min saw that Song Daren's face was not feeling well. It was a little ugly and much paler. When did Song Daren fall into his memories…
" Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother…" The little junior brother who was good at cooking, who was often teased by his senior brothers, who had lived happily with him for more than ten years, had a thin figure and a stubborn personality. When had he ever seen him again?
The lost years have finally passed. We tried to find that feeling, that feeling in our hearts. She had not left him for so many years. She had thought of him day and night and racked her brains to find him. If he really appeared one day, would she be able to find that lost, dreamy feeling? Perhaps the most beautiful feeling had already existed, melted into our souls, and became the most real foundation in the depths of our hearts. When you try to get back, that feeling has changed and is no longer the original. The lost always makes us miss and remember, because they are lost and can never be found again. Although the moment of youth is short, it is so dazzling.
I want to melt in the pink peach petals and wipe away the worries in your heart all day.
Angels fall, the River Styx can look back on the past, phoenix nirvana, I don't care if it's reborn in the fire, as long as I can find the tear you left behind.
Hiding in the darkness, I have forgotten who I am. The night is silent, tears are silent, and stars are traceless. I face the darkness alone and think of the past. I like the dark night because it hides what others can't see, and sadness is hidden there.
But you didn't find me, only I was picked up by the darkness, surrounded by the darkness
Holding the ashes of time in her fingers, her eyes were blurred. Those distant stories gradually faded away in the process of our unforgettable memories.
There are lonely dust in the ruins of my memories. One day, I will throw a match at him and ignite the memories of the vicissitudes of life...
The River of Forgetfulness in hell was like the sea that angels could not fly over. I wish the phoenix could fly over the sea. Higan. Spring was warm and flowers bloomed…
There was no end to the sea of bitterness. All karma had a fixed fate.
The sea of bitterness was boundless, and turning back was the shore. Everything in the world was fate.
Empty come, empty go. There are many disturbances in the world, so let go of your desires and do not ask for them.
If the world was a circle, we would have to return to the end. So what if we left? So what if we remembered?
When he got down from the sea of bitterness, he told me that the sea of bitterness could at least sail far, but I didn't want to go ashore.
Your shore is the shore, and my shore is the sea? Only in the dark can I see the *** and feel the warmth
The watchman refused to give up the beauty of the past, and did not want anyone to disturb him. That was the phrase in the depths of his soul.
I thought I was no longer sad, and the wind blew back and forth in the morning. The past was still the same, but what had changed? What did not change?
Come like flowing water, mat passes like wind, I don't know where it came from and where it ends
At that time, there was a clear breeze and bright moon, a small bridge and flowing water, and willows by the river!
The old bamboo and pine trees are still there, things are still the same, people have changed, my heart is full of sorrow
The falling flowers follow the drizzle, the fallen leaves follow the golden wind
The bright sun is lonely with clear sorrow, and the faint clouds are distant and slow.
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