Chapter 1357 The other side is the other side

The boatman is at the end of the world.

That day was the sky reflected under the Wangchuan River, and the end was an endless river. I don't know where it flowed in the clap, turning into an endless end...

After taking a sip of Wangchuan water, maybe you can forget the past. Su Ming, who crossed the boat and waved his oars, splashed scattered, and a drop fell on his lips, bitter.

It is still the bank of the Wangchuan River, and it is still the wooden house that seems to be no longer rotten in the years. Under the eaves, Su Ming sat there silently, looking at the sky, the world, the ups and downs of all sentient beings, and the next person who may come in the rainy night.

In the summer of the year, the rain brought a wisp of coolness in the heat. One night, another person came outside the wooden house.

It was a big man, a man in a robe, a burly and handsome man. The man stood silently by the wooden house, looking at the river silently, with a trace of depression in his face.

"Shipman." He spoke softly.

Su Ming sat under the wooden house, raised his head, and integrated into the face in the dark. When he looked at the big man, he smiled and crossed Canglan and came to the eldest brother.

"This river is called Wangchuan." The big man looked at the river and spoke softly.

"Yes."

"Is the other side on the other side?"

"I don't know."

"I'm waiting for someone." When the man turned his head and looked at Su Ming, the moonlight fell on his face, with deep reluctance and an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

Su Ming smiled, got up and walked to the stern of the boat. He turned around and looked at the big man calmly. The big man was silent for a while and laughed. The laughter became louder and louder. He smiled, and tears seemed to be left. He stepped into the bow of the boat and sat down cross-legged.

The lonely boat went forward, and on the night of forgetting the river, the rain sprinkled into the river and made a continuous sound. It fell into the boat and knocked on the wood of the boat, as if talking about the past and pouring out the afterlife.

The brothers of the previous life, the same boat Wangchuan in this life, Su Ming looked at the distance, and the smile on his face gradually turned into a sigh in his heart, until he reached the other side, until the big man stood up in silence and stepped out of the bow.

"The person I'm waiting for is my little brother. If you see him, tell him... he... must come!" The man did not look back and strode towards the distance.

Su Ming looked at the figure of the big man and nodded gently for a long time.

"I will." He turned around, on the lonely boat, returned to where he should have waited, and continued to wait for the next person.

The rainy night of this season seems to leave a little slower. Even a few months later, it has been raining for a long time. Whether it is day or night, it seems that someone is crying in the sky, and the tears fall on the world and become rain.

Especially at night, when the wind blows, raindrops fall on different parts of the earth, or soil, or leaves, or boats and trees, or rivers, or the eaves where Su Ming is located. These different sounds come at the same time, forming a kind of heavenly sound that you will easily ignore if you don't listen carefully.

Su Ming sat under the eaves, integrated into the darkness, listened to the rain, calmed down, looked at the distance, and spent the cold of the rainy days silently. Until the depths of midnight, a candle was lit and placed under the eaves by Su Ming. He carefully put a cover, so that the blowing wind could not extinguish it, The only light, so that those who will come at night will not be unable to see here and will not lose their way.

Looking at the candlelight, Su Ming doesn't think about his past, doesn't think about his own cultivation, and doesn't care about the arrival of the catastrophe and the three wildernesses. The only thing he cares about is that in these two years, he wants to be a boat ferryman who carries his friends .

I don't know when, a dress covered Su Ming's heart, and a hat covered his soul. He lowered his head, under the hat, stared at the candlelight in the lampshade, saw the world inside the candlelight, and saw the joys and sorrows of the people he was familiar with in that world.

Until a night when dawn was approaching, a ghost came beside him.

A whole body was hidden in the dark, standing opposite Su Ming, looking at the candlelight ghost in the lampshade together. He looked at the candlelight with indescribable complexity in his eyes. He gradually raised his head and looked at Su Ming.

"You have hidden it from others, but you can't hide it from me... Since this is your decision, I just hope... I can see my little brother there one day.

You are a boatman in this life. Let's go and take me across the river. That ghost laughed, but the smile was very bitter and astringent.

Su Ming raised his head, looked at the ghost in front of him, looked at his second brother, got up silently, and silently waved his oars until he reached the other side.

"I don't have boat money." Ghost, stand in the bow of the boat and speak slowly.

"The previous life has been given." Su Ming shook his head and saw his second brother. After hearing his words, the second brother seemed to smile. This was the reluctance in the smile. When the two of them turned back through Wangchuan and the lonely boat, it was still clear.

"This is not your responsibility."

"This is my original intention."

The boat is far away, forgetting the river, across the past and present life, across the past and the present, perhaps through one that is forever difficult to meet... I can't tell whether he sent him or he sent him...

Who is he? Su Ming understands, the second brother understands, and maybe outsiders also understand.

crossed Canglan, sent the eldest brother away, and watched the second brother go away. In that eye, Su Ming returned to the place that belonged to him in the two years. Next to the wooden house that was no longer rotten in the years, it was just... The wooden house could not be rotten, but Su Ming's face was no longer a youth

In middle-aged, he had a stubble on his face, and his whole body carried a faint touch of vicissitudes of life, but most of his faces were covered under the bamboo hat. The sun could not shine, and his eyes could not be seen clearly. Perhaps only the candlelight in front of him could see this sighing face clearly.

The rainy day seemed to be about to pass. In one rainy night after another, Su Ming looked at the candlelight, turned his head and saw a small white flower blooming next to the wooden house. I don't know when.

The flower is very beautiful, just rustling in the rain, as if trembling, but still persistently blooming. It is a Xuanhua.

Xian in the rain, with strength in beauty, like a woman.

It blooms quietly, without a strong aroma, without the luxury of grace. It is very simple and ordinary, but on this rainy night, in Su Ming's eyes, it is the only one.

Looking at the Xuanhua in the rain, Su Ming walked over with an extra paper umbrella in his hand, covering the rain for the white Xuanhua. The umbrella was not big, but it could cover all the wind and rain, as if the warmth was given to make the white flower feel, and the flowers were in full bloom, like a woman in Su Ming's mind Laugh.

The smile was very beautiful. Looking at it, Su Ming's face also showed a smile, looking at the flower silently, as if he could look at it for a lifetime.

The rainy season is over after all. In the autumn wind season, Su Ming put the little white flower into the flower pot, put it in front of him, took care of it with the temperature of his body, and became his companion to watch the autumn wind.

From a distance, it seemed that beside Su Ming, there was a woman sitting there, side by side with Su Ming, watching the sunrise, waiting for the sunset, watching the moon together, and counting the stars together.

The leaves scattered in the wind fell in front of Su Ming and fell in the palm he raised. The leaves have an autumn color, and the clear vein seems to hide someone's life, which can be counted. The traces of this vein can be counted.

And the most beautiful thing in autumn is not the autumn leaves dancing in the wind, but the sunset, with the red sunset slowly falling on the sky, and the afterglow fell on the earth, gradually pulling Su Ming's shadow longer and longer. But if you look carefully, you will find that the longer and longer shadow is slowly fading until after the sunset, This shadow will disappear. You can't tell whether it is integrated into the earth or into the night, just as you can't tell when the years will end. In that distant world, you can't tell whether you really have a day to meet them.

As the sadness of this autumn, looking at the autumn leaves in the palm of his hand at this moment, Su Ming's sigh seemed to spread all the thoughts of the rest of his life in these two armors.

Twilight was about to pass away, and when Su Ming's shadow was integrated into Wangchuan Hanoi, he could not see the shadow behind him, nor beside the shadow. In fact, the reflection of the woman also appeared.

Time seems to be still at this moment, and the picture is very beautiful. The fall of the autumn leaves, some fall into the Wangchuan River, ripples, making Su Ming's shadow fluctuate a little, making the woman's shadow seem to melt, making the picture seem to be no longer calm.

When I bowed my head, the white flowers showed signs of withering, but it seemed to be in order to spend more time with myself, so I insisted on existence.

When she looked up, at dusk, a woman in a red dress and a wisp of arrogance came from a distance with a sword on her back. Her pace was not fast, but at the moment she appeared, it seemed that she could condense all the eyes around her. It was not because of her beauty, but because of the strength from the heart.

Unlike the euphemism of ordinary women, it is a kind of mature charm. Like her clothes, it is as red as the scorching sun. From afar, it looks like a fierce horse. If you have the ability to conquer, she will belong to you from now on.

If you can't conquer it, she belongs far away.

"Shipman, do you have any wine?" As she approached, the woman stopped next to the wooden house, with deep eyes, and looked at Su Ming.

Su Ming raised his head and smiled.

"Huh? You are not young, but you look quite charming. The woman glanced at Su Ming, suddenly took a few steps closer, approached Su Ming, and looked at Su Ming's face carefully.

"There is no wine, on the other side of the river, maybe there is." Su Ming opened his mouth with a smile.

"Then why are you waiting here? Why don't you cross the boat!" The woman smiled, and the smile was in full bloom like a rose. She turned around and stepped into the boat. When she turned around, she saw Su Ming get up and bring the little white flowers that were about to wither into the stern of the boat.

The moment the sunset left, on the Wangchuan River, the boat went, one side of the boat... three shadows were deep.

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