Chapter 47 The old dream is hard to catch

Elder Zhongtong persuaded him several times, but Master Chongjing still refused to go to sleep. Xue Qianwu and Dongfang Biren were also happy to sit in the same place and accompany them to the end.

The rain is heavy, and the pavilion is located on the bridge. The night is longer, lest it get wet and cold. Elder Zhongtong didn't worry about himself. He remembered that it was Mrs. Chongjing. So he ordered Yu Miao to bring a bed of bedding for everyone and wrap it to resist the night cold.

The quilt came over, and Dongfang Biren was too lazy to wrap it. He pressed Xue Qianwu, and the two pairs of quilts were wrapped around her body and rolled into a tube shape, which looked quite funny.

How dares the elder Chongtong to follow Master Chongjing? Just look at the words and said carefully, "She has covered a double layer. Don't you cover it?"

"Who wants your stinky quilt?" Master Chongjing said with staring eyes. Although there was fire in his eyes, he was still affectionate. I don't know whether it was because of this Chongjing teacher's natural affectionate face or because of her affection for the elder Zhongtong, she was furious and scolded. In Xue Qianwu's eyes, she felt very romantic. No wonder he is very old and fascinated by the elders.

Does love make people beautiful and interesting? So in his eyes, she is always fixed in the most beautiful years? White head is like this, but still can't be affectionate?

Before his beloved apprentice returned, Master Chongjing was too restless. He said a few words with the elder Tutong and stopped talking to him. He picked up the rain gear, put on a cloak, and walked out of the cabinet.

"Where are you going?" Elder Zhongtong followed out in a hurry.

"Follow me less! I'm calm at the end of the bridge. Don't bother!" Chongjing's voice is too soft, with a vicious tone.

Elder Zhongtong sighed: "For decades, it's still such a petty man! If you have something on your mind, you would rather put it into the bridge and mourn for the moon, but you won't tell me!"

Xue Qianwu fainted. This teacher is so interesting.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Xue Qianwu squeezed his eyes at Dongfang Biren, then took a poncho with a hat and whispered, "You wait here. I'll go to see Mrs. Shi."

Elder Zhongtong waved his hand and said, "Don't let her hear it!" But I can't go there. Even if I don't have a sound, she will find out.

Xue Qianwu has walked out of the door. Hearing this, he turned around and asked, "Without a sound, can she find it?" Her sixth sense is stronger than mine?

Elder Zhongtong smiled and said, "Her special function is only aimed at me! She said that if you just smell the air, you can smell it's me!"

Xue Qianwu sniffed hard. The elder of Zhongtong was light and clean. How could there be any smell of dust?

Elder Zhongtong said again, "Don't tease, girl. Maybe as soon as I get to her side, my heart will fall into the world, so she can smell it."

Xue Qianwu thought as he walked that when a person is far away from you, he can feel his breath. How familiar, how tacit understanding, and what a heartfelt emotion he needs to be.

It can't be denied that now she is full of curiosity about the emotional history of Chongjing Shitai and Elder Zhongtong.

Xue Qianwu came to the bridge and saw Master Chongjing standing on the railing. The light in the pavilion reflected her thin silhouette. She seems to be looking far away. Is she worried about her disciple? Or are you thinking about something?

Xue Qianwu didn't want to come closer and just wanted to look at her from afar. From Fanghua Zhengshao to the empty door, what kind of past did she have?

She is conscious and unconscious on Master Chongjing, always catches the shadow of herself in the future.

In fact, they have nothing to do with it, but they can have analogy ideas, which makes Xue Qianwu feel incredible.

I don't know how long I stood, but the rain slowly stopped. After a while, the moon came out of the clouds and sank west, shining bleakly on the earth after the rain. But the air was very fresh and rushed to his face with an eye-catching coldness.

Master Chongjing looked at the curved white moon, with a little loneliness and vicissitudes, and sang gently: "The jade man was speechless at the column, and the flute swallowed softly. Smiling and weeping, looking at thousands of sails and waves of smoke ups and downs. The dust is in constant.

The prosperity of the world is finally ancient, and the road is broken. Happy sleeves are still dancing in the wind, and tears are stained with red candles in the depths of the mirror. Buried bodhi wood."

What a word, Xue Qianwu is crazy about it. She forgot that she was a eavesdropper and couldn't help applaud.

Master Chongjing turned around and was catching her.

"What's wrong with you two? What is the intention of one to speak ill of others behind their back and eavesdrop on their minds behind their backs? Master Chongjing said with a straight face.

Xue Qianwu took a look and exposed the hiding place. He quickly laughed and said, "I came out to solve it. I didn't want to hear the teacher filling in poetry. I heard it and felt it in my heart, but I forgot to go for a moment! I hope the teacher is too tolerant and doesn't care about the younger generation!"

"Do you feel it in your heart?" Master Chongjing smiled and said, "What do you think about it?"

"From it, I seem to have read a story, a sigh..." Xue Qianwu thought deeply and said in a speculative tone: "And more cleverly, this seems to be a hidden word!"

"If you can hear this, you are a person who understands!" Master Chongjing praised and smiled so much that he didn't go on.

Xue Qianwu wanted to dig further and tentatively said, "Connect the first words of each sentence, which is 'Yuxiao smiles and looks at the joys and sorrows of the world'. Forgive me for being stupid, I don't know how to explain this 'Yuxiao'? Is it a person's name or a property name?

After listening to her question, Master Chongjing took out a long bamboo-colored flute from her arms and whispered, "My common name is 'Zhu Suer'. There was once a man who turned my surname into a homonym of bamboo, put it on the word 'Su' and became 'Xiu'.' Xiaoer is his nickname for me. Only we know the connotation. He also gave me this jade flute as a love object and said that he would marry me..."

"What happened later?" Xue Qianwu was afraid that she would not say anything and asked unkindly.

"Later, he listened to his parents' fate and married his aunt's daughter as his wife. I hated him for breach of contract, so he broke his hair and hid in this Biyun Mountain, which was renamed Chongjing. At this time, someone happened to salvage a female corpse from the river. The world thought it was me. Rumors were turbulent that I threw myself into the water because I couldn't open it..." Chongjingshi said slowly, without any old waves.

"That man is the elder Zhongtong?" Xue Qianwu asked repeatedly, "How did he find Biyun Mountain?"

"That man is dead, and Zhu Xiaoer is also dead!" Master Chongjing said angrily, "Today's Master Chongjing and the immortal tomb are not the original people!"

Xue Qianwu was shocked and said softly, "Look at Elder Zhongtong. In his heart, you are the only one! How did he explain it to you? Has he put down all the earthly things?

"I don't believe his nonsense! His aunt's cousin is beautiful. Will he leave her? Master Chongjing said, "Later, somehow, he also came to Biyun Mountain and became a monk!" Once we met in the river of cause and effect, and we both felt that we had seen a ghost! He said that he was designed by his family, and when he knew that it was not me, he completely disappeared the next day! That's what happened later! Do you think I can be calm? How can I forget the moment when he took his cousin's hand and walked into the wedding room sweetly? I made a poisonous oath earlier. If I miss the old feelings again, I will die!"

"Have you been getting along like this until you are old? You don't want to give him a good face. Are you afraid that once you give it, you won't be able to take it back, and you will slowly lose your heart again and break the poison oath? Xue Qianwu asked.

Master Chongjing didn't answer, but said, "At the beginning, he always called me 'Xion'er', and I would correct him coldly, poor Ni Chongjing! Decades later, he got used to calling me Sister Chongjing..."