Chapter 115

It's only half a day's journey to the corn village, Zheng Shang's hometown. The mountains and rivers are quiet, the chickens are singing and the dogs are barking, and the world is full of fireworks. It's just that people who travel far away are most afraid that things are right and people are wrong. When Zheng Shang returns home, the children of his peers have already been married, "Daniel, I'm back!"

Zheng Shang greets a man who is working in the field. The man raises his head and stares at Zheng Shang suspiciously. Daniel is his wrong name when he was a child. Among his peers, he is the strongest and most reckless, so he is called Daniel.

But he didn't recognize his childhood playmate. Zheng Shangzhen had been away from home for a long time. Now he meets each other, and his voice and appearance are not the same as before.

"You are..." Daniel is a little nervous. Although Ling Yun is thin and thin, he is gorgeous and not like other people. Maybe it's not the young master of any family who comes here with his entourage.

The days in the corn village are not poor, but there are not many rich people. In such a world, it is rare to have such a life. They are very satisfied. Many of those who leave home have never come back, and many of them will make a contribution to their hometown.

"You don't recognize me? I'm Zheng Shang, "Zheng Shang pointed to his nose." you always came to my house to eat roasted sweet potatoes. "

……

Zheng Shang walked all the way and called all the way. Many people remember him. Of course, he didn't recognize any child. The closer he was to the countryside, the more timid he was. Daniel bowed his head. It seemed that he didn't dare to talk to Zheng Shang. Ling Yun probably guessed what it was, but Zheng still didn't say, and he didn't say anything.

The house of Zheng Shang's family is still in good condition, and there are no weeds at all. "Uncle Zheng left early, but he went up the mountain to collect medicine for his aunt. He fell off the cliff, and his aunt was sad, and the grave was on the back. It's always like this."

"Have they nothing to say?" Zheng Shang asked softly.

Daniel shakes his head. Maybe there are many things that can only be known when he really goes back. Ling Yun pattes Zheng Shang on the shoulder. Zheng Shang turns his head and says, "I'm not sad, I'm just..." he starts to cry and squats on the ground. A man in his 30s and 40s is crying like a child, as if in the eyes of most parents, a child is always a child, "Just so happy..."

The boy who has been away for a long time is also a man who can stand in his own way. He seems to be returning home in glory and contented.

Zheng Shang raised his head. He was smiling, but his eyes were very red and there were a lot of tears. He always stirred his shoulders and tried his best to suppress the impulse of laughing.

Ling Yun goes to one side. The houses in corn township are mostly elegant buildings, especially in Zheng Shang's family. Ling Yun and Daniel help Zheng Shang go home.

"The villagers take turns to help clean things, but there is no way to move them. Uncle Zheng is a good man, and they all do it voluntarily," Daniel looked at the sad Zheng Shang. "When uncle and aunt go out for a walk, they all say that they have a promising son, who joined the army and is very effective for the country."

When Zheng Shang left that year, he once had a big quarrel with his parents. Teenagers like the wider sky, and their parents are always afraid that he will be hurt. There is nothing wrong with both sides. Maybe the only bad thing is that sometimes love can make people be bound. It's not bad, but it's just that teenagers are not the same as the elders.

Zheng Shang sat in the courtyard, staring at a direction, saying nothing and doing nothing. Lingyun asked Daniu for some vegetables and rice, cleaned Zheng Shang's house, made some dishes, put them in the yard, and said softly: "eat some rice, and then drink. It won't hurt your stomach."

"Good." Zheng Shangnan said.

A lot of sad things, not like the novel story as irrational suffering, "I ate, you eat, I go out for a walk."

"Good." Zheng Shang nodded and ate a big meal. On the second day of the third five year plan, he ate, and then drank. Ling Yun stood outside the yard and could hear Zheng Shang's sobs.

Ling Yun sighed gently. At this time, spring is getting deeper, but it is more bleak than late autumn.

Standing by the Xingyu River, he looks down at the starry river. It's really a wonderful scenery. A hundred steps ahead, there is a stone arch bridge. Ling Yun stands on the bridge with his hands on his back. He doesn't realize it. Behind him, a figure in white gradually emerges and looks down at the river.

……

White figure suddenly appeared in the front of a golden road, white flying, black hair, such as waterfall, he stepped out, the day of its thunder drink, "mole ant! Dare you

The figure in white is just firm but steady forward, not disturbed by the divine voice in the sky, but he just walked a few steps, his body suddenly scattered, and returned to the original place.

"Go back."

There was a voice, a gentle admonition.

"This is not where you should be."

And there was a voice full of compassion.

On the Golden Road, a figure in white appeared again. The golden pupil calmly gazed at the man opposite. He looked indifferent and expressionless, as if there was nothing in front of him.

The man in white looked up at the sky and murmured in a low voice: "noisy."

His body became more solid, and he took another step, more firm and more difficult. There was a golden road manifesting, like a golden thunder falling on the man in white.

On the golden Boulevard, the golden eyed creature with both hands on his back suddenly disappeared on the golden Boulevard. Although every step of the man in white was slow and steady, he could not see the way he felt difficult, such as walking on the country road.

"Go back!"

"Stop!"

"One step further, that's the gap between life and death!"

"Go back!"

The man in white really stopped. He looked up at the sky again. Although he was looking at it, it was more like looking down. "I used to be invincible in heaven and earth. If you want me to go back, I don't have much face."

The thunder on the road smashed his body, and the man in white came back to his original place again. He sighed, not that he wanted to walk on the golden road for nine days, but that he wanted to see the real appearance of the creature in white.

But if you really want to go up, don't say that you are just a God, that is, the noumenon is really invincible to heaven and the world. If you really want to go up nine days, it may not be easy.

He slowly disappeared. Ling Yun, who was thin and thin, stood in the same place and looked around with some doubts. Ling Yun's heart could not help but ring out his gentle voice, "Ling Yun, go up?"

Mr. is the best Mr. in the world. For Ling Yun, Mr. is the only sunshine on the dark road in the world. It takes him out of the dark world, and it is also the best pushing hand preserved by his good intentions. Mr. said that if you go up again, you will go.

"Li Zi! Go back

"How dare a mortal climb the road in vain!"

"One step further, it will be gone!"

Ling Yun just walked two steps, body shaking, seven orifices bleeding, his body shaking, crumbling, "kneel down!"

Ling Yun didn't say a word. His trick was bent down and he couldn't straighten up. "Don't worry, go straight ahead. No matter how heavy the world is, it's too far away to press me..."

Ling Yun said to himself in a low voice, "but how close can it be? Life and death have already experienced... "

Ling Yun slowly straightened his waist and put up his middle finger towards the sky. The originally disappeared creature in white stood quietly in front of Ling Yun, looking up and down.

She is very tall, but her face is somewhat similar to Ling Yun. After they just look at each other, they disappear again. Ling Yun also returns to the bridge of Xingyu river. He is sweating all over and wipes the blood on his face. There is an old Confucian by the river, holding a handful of Xingyu, shouting to Ling Yun: "Xiao yun'er, come here and have a look, it's so beautiful..."

After he was adopted by his husband, he was always serious, and he would make Ling Yun happy. Ling Yun ran over happily, one old and one young, gathered together and looked at the Xingyu River in his hands. The stars were full of light.

Ya Sheng song opened his hand, rubbed Ling Yun's head, and said gently: "after walking so far, my heart is still very good."

"Sir, I already know that it's hard for me to reduce my killing intention in my heart. Why do I have to..."

In fact, what Ling Yun wanted to say was that he was really hypocritical, but why did he accept himself as a disciple? Yasheng said with a smile: "if you make a fake thing the same as the real one, then is it very important to make it true?"

Yasheng's eyes were gentle, and he said: "of course, my disciple should be a kind person, otherwise I can't learn his knowledge, but my disciple should be himself. How can you ask my disciple to be the same as himself? His life is long, long and vast, and his disciples should have a lifetime. Lingyun learned his knowledge, but Lingyun is still Lingyun."

"Ling Yun learned from his husband's knowledge, but not necessarily the same as his husband." when Yasheng spoke, Ling Yun lowered his head. What he chose was similar to another Confucian sage's knowledge that he didn't deal with. "You know what you think."

Yasheng rubbed Ling Yun's head and took his hand, just as he took the child away from the wind and snow lane. He pulled Ling Yun out of his miserable fate. Yasheng and Ling Yun stood on the bridge and pointed to Ling Yun's chest. "After walking so far and seeing so much, are you still very disappointed with the world?"

Ling Yun opened his mouth and nodded again. "It's good to have hope, little Ling Yun," Yasheng said gently to Ling Yun. "It's good to have hope. You are so smart and my disciple. You must be very good at reading. You need to fight for the best in the world when you practice boxing. You need to be invincible in the sky when you practice sword. You should be the strongest in the sky and the world."

"Hatred will take root and germinate in people's hearts. It is a mirror reflecting the weakest self; Tolerance grows behind hatred. It's also a mirror, but it also contains your clear distinction between good and evil. When you study hard, it's good or bad. The important thing is time and sequence. When you have a clear division and do well, it's naturally a good thing. "

"You are a good boy, sir's words may give you some pressure, but you are a man, these can carry up?"

Ling Yun solemnly, Ya Sheng looks up to the sky and laughs, "Ling Yun, you just can't carry it, you have to carry it too!"

"Yes Because knowing that it can't be done and doing it is a fool, but that is also Ling Yun, so is his original intention.

"The most important thing in the world is not heaven and earth, and people's hearts can't inherit people's hearts. Compared with people's hearts in the world, heaven and earth are as light as a feather, and the road is only between the palms of the hand!" Yasheng's tone is as mild as ever, but Ling Yun's eyes are more ordered than ever, and Yasheng's figure slowly dissipates, "go to Zhenbei city first, and then come to the school, sir, to test your knowledge."

"Good!"

Ling Yun walked into the golden road again. The white creature who once appeared stood in front of Ling Yun. On his opposite side, Ling Yun looked at her golden eyes and said gently, "I once saw a saying that life is the fulfillment of loneliness. Maybe you and I are the same."

He stretched out his hand to the golden creature. No matter how the sky scolded or how heavy the road was, Ling Yun didn't move. The golden creature faintly laughed and walked in front of her. Ling Yun followed her, very slow, very steady and straight!

Life is a lonely journey, maybe you and I are the same.