For a Prosperous World - Chapter 473

The undulating river makes the painting dazzle lightly. The sound of silk bamboo in the painting circulates on the river, it seems that it is just dancing with the woman by the river.

The woman raised her sleeves, covered her face, lifted the peach eyes, looked at Gu Nan, opened her mouth, and sang a small word in a low voice.

“If the country is not here, the general will not return. So the country is not here, general, will you return?”

In a word, the sleeves opened and the wind moved. The spring breeze moved the clothes, wrinkled the river, and wrinkled the hearts of the people.

The woman on the riverside danced among the flying fumes, and the small words accompanied the music farther and farther, as if it had been transmitted to that distant time.

“There are thousands of miles in the mountains and rivers, and it is difficult to go back. Ask Jun when he will return. One million soldiers will fight, and the battle will return. Dao Taiping will return.”

Yin Fu’s voice was long and distant, facing away from the distant mountains outside the city.

“Also remember that the old days are long gone, and that the old people under the tree are still interdependent. Also remember to go to the battlefield and leave a white coat …” & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Except for the sound of music, all the noises beside the river stopped, leaving only the whispered short words.

Gu Nan also looked at the woman with a fascination, until the dance was over, and the music went away. The woman’s dance stopped, and she sang the last sentence to Gu Nan.

“The old man is not here, the general will not return. Tai Pingji, will the general return?”

She seemed to be asking Gu Nan, and she was persuading Gu Nan that the country is no longer there, the country is no longer there, and the deceased person is no longer there. Maybe she should let go.

But Gu Nan looked at her for a long time and asked.

“You call me, where do you go?”

The woman froze, but now she couldn’t answer.

After thinking for a long time, she thought of the small house in the forest of Gu Nanshan and said.

“Otherwise, I will build a house for you.” & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

In her impression, people always take the house as their home, and naturally they can go home once they have a home.

Gu Nan laughed a little, and raised her brow and said.

“That’s not right, you marry me again, this will be your home, and you won’t let you call me Gulang.”

(Lang is not only a young man’s title, but also a woman’s title to a husband or lover.)

The woman stayed a bit, her face seemed to be a little flushed, but this may just be because the dance was tired.

She tilted her head slightly, and her voice remained flat.

“If you want, you can.”

Gu Nan looked at the woman, shook her head with a smile, and she really didn’t understand anything.

“I’m kidding you, you still believe it.” & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

“That’s it.” The almost unclear blush on the woman’s face spread out, and she asked, “Would you like a room?”

With a sigh, Gu Nan covered Douyi on his face and lay down.

“What do I want the house to do?”

She seemed to sleep by the river again. The woman stood for a while and sat down beside her without waking her up.

In the painting, the middle-aged man looked at the river infatuatedly, and said to those who were beside him.

“Go and ask the woman who dances by the river, I want to see her.”

But when the middle-aged person rushed to the river, he could not find the woman’s figure any more, and only saw a blue-shirted man lying dozing under the willow tree.

There was a bucket on his face, and a peach blossom stood beside him.

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However, there are no peach trees on either side, and I don’t know where the peach blossoms came from.

The scholar on the street painting booth finished the painting. He put away his pen, looked at the scene of the scroll, and took a long breath. This painting is the best of all his paintings now, and probably also It will be the best of his life.

In the painting, Yang Liu Yiyi, it is the best time of spring, a woman by the river sings softly and dances, singing a long time ago.

But the woman in front of the blue shirt may be too ordinary and ignored by him.

The next year, the middle-aged man came to Yangzhou again. This time he came as Sui Emperor. People said he was looking for a woman.

Unfortunately, he still couldn’t find it. He only found a picture of the woman, which he bought for a large sum and took it home. According to legend, a few years later, the painting disappeared into his dormitory, and no one has seen it since. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

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Gu Nan has gradually been unable to distinguish these times, probably another ten years, or decades.

The forest is lonely.

“Dang 啷 Dang 啷.”

On a mountain road between the mountains and forests, a crisp sound rang.

A young monk walked in, and he looked a little thin. The brown cormorants on his body and the monk’s clothes in it all appeared to be wide, holding a Zen stick in his hand.

The crisp sound came from the stick in his hand, and the ring hanging on the stick clanged as he walked.

In the Buddhist temple, the scepter is used as a means of alert sleep during meditation, so this sound is really easy to disturb people’s dreams.

When the monk walked across the mountain road, he saw a man by the road.

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She was lying on a stone by the road, wearing a common cloth, a bucket hat, and a black “cane” hanging from her waist.

Gu Nan was passing by here. I was thinking about the quietness of the mountains and took a nap here. Who knew that it was not long before falling asleep and was awakened by the sudden sound.

Helplessly took off the bucket bucket on his head, supported himself, and sat up.

It seemed that she would be woken up every time she slept by the road.

When the monk saw Gu Nan awoke, he raised a palm, stood in front of him, bowed down, and said slowly.

“The little monk passed by this place and accidentally disturbed the donor, please also forgive the donor.”

Gu Nan held the bucket and looked at the person in front of her.

At the same time, the monk also looked at her, and when she saw her appearance, the monk froze slightly, but soon returned to God, and looked down peacefully again, and said.

“I don’t know it is the female donor, and the little monk is rude again.”

“Nothing.” Gu Nan waved her hand, jumped off the stone, patted her clothes, and she was about to leave now that she was awake.

Seeing what she was going to do, the monk continued to her original path.

Pingshui met, could not say a few words.

But before he went out a few steps, Gu Nan’s voice came again. “That, monk, do you have any food with you?”

The monk stopped and turned back in doubt: “Is there something, is there something wrong with the donor?”

“I haven’t eaten for three days, can you give me some?”

The mountain was silent for a while, and after a while, the monk nodded: “So.”

Then, he took off his backpack behind him and put it on the ground ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~, opened the backpack, there were three hoees inside.

This **** looks like it has been around for some time, looking gray and hard like a stone.

He chopped one of the **** into two halves, and handed it to Gu Nan.

“I don’t have much left along the way. Only these, please donate to the donor.”

Gu Nan saw that the monk gave her two hoees two and a half, and she rarely saw such people.

“Monk, what’s your name?”

The monk replied, “Little monk, Xuanzang.”

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