Clothes were rustling, Qiu Bodeng turned his head to the side, and saw Shi Wuluo lying down beside him. The boat is not big, just enough for two people to lie side by side, but if you move it casually, you will meet another person.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

The wizard Lomo was silent.

"Don't want to go?" Qiu Bodeng turned his head back and analyzed the wood grain on the side of the boat, "Want to elope with me?"

Chapter 56 "I want to take you away."

Shi Wu Luo turned his head.

Qiu Bodeng turned his back to him, and the moonlight cast a line of mercury on his hair and shoulders. His tone was casual, and he couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. This is how he always hides his thoughts and speaks half-truths, just like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.

There is no way to guess, and if he guesses right, he may not admit it.

"think."

Shi Wuluo didn't guess and answered in a low voice.

Qiu Bodeng stroked the fingertips of the wood grain little by little.

"I want to take you to the southern border, I want to take you to the Wu clan, I want to take you to a city far, far away." Shi Wuluo said slowly behind him, the moonlight fell on the silver and gray, and he could not tell the difference. Is the moonlight cooler or his eyes cooler. His voice was light and serious, "I want to take you to the real ends of the world."

He has always been the man with the knife.

The knife goes straight, never twists and turns, and cuts through all obstacles with its sharp edge, no matter whether the obstacles are fog, water or mirrors. Straight to the point is awkward, but at some point, it's surprisingly accurate.

"I want to take you away."

He calmly stated a fact.

I don't know if you want to come with me, but I want to take you.

The lonely boat floated on the sea, undulating slightly with the water waves, and floated to the center of the moon shadow, like a bamboo leaf falling into the white moon. Qiu Bodeng used his fingernails to run across the wooden wheel on the side of the boat little by little, just like when children counted the time round by round. Shi Wuluo didn't speak any more, quietly looking at the full moon in the sky.

"Tell me about Southern Border."

Qiu Bodeng's fingertips stayed on the last wooden wheel.

Shi Wuluo thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong.

After a while, he also turned sideways, his eyes fell on Qiu Bodeng's back for a long time, trying to guess the meaning of these five words.

But even if Qiu Bodeng spoke face to face, it would be difficult to guess what he was thinking, not to mention that he couldn't even see his expression right now.

"What are you dazed for?"

He couldn't guess what Qiu Bodeng was thinking, but Qiu Bodeng seemed to know what he was thinking without looking back.

"If the mountains and rivers are poor, who wants to go?"

"Southern Border..."

Shi Wuluo suddenly became embarrassed.

What are the southern and southern borders like?

For the first time, Shi Wu Luo realized how difficult this question was to answer.

What words shall we use to outline its outline? What rhetoric fills it with color? What is the use to make the overlapping dark and green ancient forests become picturesque?

"There are many solitary peaks in the southern border, and the peaks are absolutely thousands of miles long," Shi Wuluo considered the organization language, "the highest is Wushan Mountain. The south of Wushan Mountain is surrounded by Qiulian-like Boshui, and Baishi will be washed down from the cliff by the waterfall, and it will fall. After entering the pond, it will be broken and polished into jade by the water. When the sting is opened, mayflies about two feet long will gather on the surface of the pond, and in the evening, they will fly like a white gauze in the moonlight..."

He tried hard to recall the description of the southern border in the miscellaneous notes.

Poets sing mountains and waters, because the mountains in their hearts are not just mountains, and the waters are not just water. If Shi Wuluo himself said that Boshui is just Boshui, it will not coil or meander, and a mayfly will die in the morning and evening, it will not be like moonlight or white gauze...

After staying in Southern Border for a thousand years, Southern Border is just a place.

"You failed your travel report," Qiu Bodeng said softly, "It's not real enough."

Shi Wu Luo paused for a moment, the fingers in his sleeves were white, and he was empty and lost... The mountains and waters in the eyes of others belong to others in the final analysis, and have nothing to do with you. You can't read the emotions and feelings in the autumn water , expressed in a more cautious language, it is also dry.

Southern Xinjiang...

In the bottom of his heart, Southern Border was just a place waiting for the water to fall.

Tick ​​tick, monotonous silence.

But if you say that, it is "poor mountains and bad waters", right?

Shi Wu Luo lost his soul.

"Failure means failing the subject, and failing the subject requires make-up exams... Elder Jun has failed in arithmetic for 300 years, Elder He has failed for 500 years, and Sect Master Yan has failed for 1,000 years..." Qiu Bodeng leaned against himself. arm, "How many years are you going to hang?"

Qiu Bodeng's voice gradually decreased.

"Go ahead and see how long you can hang on."

Fatigue and sleepiness surged up, and Qiu Bodeng gradually fell asleep while listening to Shi Wuluo's talk.

In fact, he did not like reading books as much as Lu Jing thought.

He just hated sleeping, waiting to fall asleep, when the surroundings were dead silent. Therefore, every night, will read piles of messy books, or boring divinations, the more difficult and obscure the better, and the hypnotic effect is excellent. Either it is a lifelike travelogue, close your eyes and imagine that there are so many people in a certain place in the world so noisy, joys and sorrows, drums and songs.

The specific content of what Shi Wuluo said slowly blurred, and finally there was only a little sound left, like the snow flowing from the ancient times to the present, leading him to drift away in the dead silence.

Qiu Bodeng's eyelashes drooped a little, and finally formed two light shadows on the plain white skin.

He fell asleep.

The white moon gradually shifted, leaning into the light and dark sides in the lonely boat.

After Shi Wuluo finished telling the last part of his travel notes that he vaguely remembered, he quietly stared at Qiu Bo Lan who was sleeping in the shadow of the ship's side.

After falling asleep, he unconsciously curled up slightly, his spine pierced through the red clothes, and the thin lines undulating like cold ridges.

"You tell me it's cold and hot, tell me that the flying flowers are graceful, the ancient trees are lush, the joy is full, and the first snow is quiet." Shi Wuluo's voice became inaudible, "You also told me that when I touch it myself, I can Knowing that everything in the world has its joys and sorrows."