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They came on a very casual trip.
Human transportation is convenient, and it only takes a few hours by motor car to cross several provinces. Fan Wujiu deliberately chose a window seat when booking the ticket, so that Xie Bi'an could enjoy the scenery along the way.
Where the train passed, the scene quickly reversed. But it is mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and the vegetation is lush, and it looks the same in the eyes of mortals. However, in the eyes of the gods, this mountain has mountain ghosts, the water has water gods, the flowers, plants and trees are all spirits and monsters, and all things have spirits.
Those Earth Immortals sensed the passing of Impermanence Immortals, so the water surface rippled and the leaves shook gently, all greetings to the gods.
Xie Bian nodded slightly as a return gift.
He has hooked the souls of generals and princes in prosperous times, and the heroic spirits of warriors who have survived the troubled times. He has seen beautiful mountains and rivers, and he has seen mountains and rivers devastated.
Mountains and rivers will never change, unless the vicissitudes of life.
The world is divided into yin and yang, where people and ghosts have nothing to do with each other, and gods travel between them. People today can enjoy a bright moon and a mountain and river together with the ancients thousands of years ago.
Xie Bian looked at thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, as if he had seen a thousand years of history.
Being close to the territory of Fujian Province, perhaps because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, Xie Bian did not pay attention to the scenery outside the window. He closed his eyes and took a last nap.
Seeing this, Fan Wujiu thoughtfully borrowed him a shoulder to lean on.
Xie Bian was not polite, and leaned down with peace of mind.
With this feeling, dreamed back to Fujian and Yue a thousand years ago.
The child in the prime of life was studying in front of the window, and another boy who was screaming ran into the courtyard and shouted: "It must be safe! It must be safe! There is a shadow play in the town tonight. That's too late!"
The boy raised his face that was carved with pink and jade, his eyes moved intentionally, but he hesitated: "I haven't finished my homework yet, Mr. tomorrow will punish him."
"You're so smart, so the master is reluctant to punish you. If he wants to beat his heart, I'll say that I pushed you to go, so beat me!" Fan Wujiu took his hand and pulled him out of the room. , "Anyway, I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I'm not afraid of being beaten."
Holding hands, the two children ran all the way to town. Fan Wujiu was physically strong, but Xie Bian was out of breath. In front of the stage, a group of adults had already surrounded them, behind them, they could not squeeze in, and they could not see it.
Fan Wujiu squatted down and said, "I carry you so you can see it."
Xie Bian shook his head: "But then you can't see it, isn't it a waste of time?"
"You can tell me, it's better than both of us running for nothing." Fan Wujiu said.
Xie Bian thought about it, and it made sense, so he fell on Fan Wujiu's back and was lifted up to watch the shadow play.
What the shadow puppet was playing, couldn't see clearly in dream, probably don't remember. But Fan Wujiu carried him to watch the shadow play, but he never forgot it in the corner of his memory.
As soon as the picture turned, it was a bamboo forest. The sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy in white was playing the piano in the forest, and the boy in black with a high ponytail was practicing swordsmanship in front of him, and the sword energy swept down a leaf. As the rustling leaves fell, the sound of the piano became more and more rapid, and the sword strokes became more and more fierce. Suddenly the strings of the piano broke, the boy in white frowned, and blood beads were cut from his fingertips.
Fan Wujiu quickly put away his sword, ran over in a hurry, and said worriedly, "Are you alright?"
Xie Bian shook his head gently and wiped off the blood beads with a handkerchief: "Your sword is too fast, my qin can't keep up."
Fan Wujiu blamed himself: "It's my fault."
"What's wrong with you? It's my poor piano skills." Xie Bian stood up holding the piano, "It's your martial arts that have gotten better."
"I'm not like you who read books, so I can only practice martial arts with all my strength and try to get a champion in martial arts." Fan Wujiu took out a medicine bottle and applied medicine to the wound on Xie Bi'an's hand - their martial arts practitioners often prepare themselves for falls damage medicine.
Fan Wujiu applied the medicine and said distressedly: "I practiced day and night, my hands have become calluses, how can you play the piano with beautiful hands, and you are so easily injured."
Xie Bian knew that he had been injured because of his martial arts practice, and it was very uncomfortable: "You used to care about careers, and you said that you hated being an official the most. Why did it suddenly change and you have to go this way?"
"I don't mean it, but you are so amazing and talented. You can't live in this village all your life. You are destined to go to the court to show your grand plans." Fan Wujiu bowed his head, "I don't want to be separated from you."
He didn't mean to be here, but the person he wanted was here.
Xie Bian said softly: "In the future, you and I will both marry and have children, it is impossible not to separate."
What he said was outrageous. He liked the person in front of him and never considered marrying a wife, but Fan Wujiao couldn't have the same thoughts as him.
Fan Wujiu frowned, raised his head and looked at him quietly: "Brother Xie, I'm not cursing myself, I'm just saying something from my heart, I will kill my descendants in my life."
Xie Bian couldn't hear it at that time, it was a confession.
...
"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai."
...someone is calling him.
Xie Bian woke up leisurely, and there was still confusion in his eyes.
Fan Wujiu looked at him gently, with a smile on his face: "It's time to stop."
Chapter 13 Homestay
There are several tourist attractions in Fujian Province, and countless tourists come here every day. They got off at Xiamen North Railway Station, where people came and went, and tourists with suitcases were everywhere.
Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu went into battle lightly, empty-handed, like locals coming to the station for a walk.
They were indeed natives here.
Although the station is crowded with people, the two of them have extraordinary looks and outstanding temperament, and they stand out from the crowd and stand out. A man quickly stepped forward to say hello: "Where are you two going to play? Take our car, 40 yuan per person, and we can deliver it anywhere. There are Gulangyu Island, Huandao Road, Zengcuo'an, Nanputuo..."
Xie Bi'an asked, "How do I get to Zhuye Village?"
The man was taken aback, scratched his head and said, "This shouldn't be a scenic spot? I have lived here for 30 years, and I have never heard of this name."
The answer is not surprising. Zhuye Village was a small village where they lived thousands of years ago. At that time, it was not well known. It was named after a bamboo forest near the village. After a thousand years, the small village didn't know whether it was there or not, and whether it was renamed, of course, modern people would never have heard of it. Even if you open the navigation, you can't find it.