Lu Chen had lived in Qingshuitang Village for ten whole years. During that period of time, he was like an ordinary person, living an ordinary life. He had his own joys and sorrows, and he experienced or even seemed to possess the life of an ordinary person. But sometimes, in some unknown place, he seemed to be a cold and lonely shadow, standing alone in a dark corner, looking at the world coldly. There was a huge gap between him and the ordinary people in the village, and he could never blend in.
Therefore, when Lu Chen once again saw the tall tea mountain from afar and the village entrance at the foot of the mountain, he saw the fertile farmlands on both sides of the flat road, and there were people planting seedlings inside. He was in a trance for a moment, feeling as if he had turned back into the idle, joking, and scolding Lu Chen in the village.
He composed himself, then patted Atsu beside him, pointed to the tea mountain in the distance, and said, "You're too big now. Not only will you scare people easily when you enter the village, you'll also attract unnecessary trouble. Go around the side and play on the mountain. I'll go to the 'Dragon Lake' at the top of the mountain to find you later. "
Atsu looked at him, but did not show any emotion. After wagging its tail, it ran off on its own.
The surrounding mountains were undulating, and very soon, Atsu's figure disappeared into the wilderness. Seeing that Atsu had left, Lu Chen turned and walked towards the entrance of Qingshuitang Village.
The closer he got, the clearer the surrounding scenery became. Just like what he remembered, there were not many people on the road outside the village. Other than the occasional traveling merchants, he remembered that the busiest time of the month was probably when the people from the nearby Thousand Autumn Sect came to purchase spiritual materials.
The villagers who worked in the farmlands rarely raised their heads to look. Occasionally, some of them would look in Lu Chen's direction, but there was no emotion in their eyes. Instead, it was a look of numbness — numbness to life, to the world, and to their own fate.
Lu Chen's gaze swept across the farmlands and the working people on both sides of the road, and then he walked over. He had lived here for ten years, and was used to this scene very early on. In fact, the way these working people looked was the impression he had of most people in Qingshuitang Village.
For the so-called illusory hope of becoming an immortal, they spent their entire lives risking their lives. They worked hard to accumulate wealth and went to gamble once. Then, they lost everything, including all their money and their lives.
In these ten years, he had seen too many people like this. In Lu Chen's memory, the scenery in this village was fresh and beautiful, but the color of the people in this village was gray.
However, Lu Chen did not belittle or look down on these ordinary people, because in those ten years, he had always been one of them, although at that time, he could only be regarded as a somewhat cynical and unusual person.
Who did not want to become an immortal?
Who did not want to go straight to the top and be the center of attention?
The dreams of ants wanting to soar high were never wrong, the only wrong was that they were ultimately powerless against fate. It was like a chasm in front of them that was difficult to cross, like a flight of stairs that was difficult to climb. They were angry, in pain, roaring, then sad, disappointed, but they refused to give up, and they would not despair. Thus, day after day, year after year, they became numb to the passage of time.
Lu Chen walked into the village, and at that moment, he suddenly felt as if he had walked into the past. Everything in front of him seemed to be the same as before, and the Qingshuitang Village in front of him was also the peaceful little mountain village of the past.
His gaze involuntarily looked in a certain direction. In those ten long years, in his memory, most of the people in the village were gray in color, but he still remembered that there was once a beautiful woman, who was a unique and beautiful scenery in his memory.
She was Dingdang, that passionate woman. She was still young, and at that time, she had not completely lost hope in life. In that period of time, she seemed to be the only shining light in this village.
… ….
Until he suppressed the pain of his memories, Lu Chen began to look around the situation.
The village was obviously livelier than the outside of the village. There were more people coming and going, and quite a few people noticed Lu Chen walking into the village. However, no one went up to ask or do anything else. The people here seemed to be wary of outsiders.
What made Lu Chen a little surprised was that when he looked around, he could still vaguely recognize a few familiar faces in the crowd, but the villagers who originally lived here did not seem to recognize him.
It was as if Lu Chen had never lived here before, as if Lu Chen had been erased from their memories.
Lu Chen was a little surprised, but of course it was impossible for him to go up and grab these villagers, and then go and greet them, pretending to be reunited after a long time, as if he was reunited with his family. In fact, when he was in this village, other than Old Ma, Dingdang, and a few others who were familiar with him, the others were at most acquaintances who nodded at him. Their relationship was very ordinary.
It was probably because of this that those people forgot about him very quickly.
Lu Chen shook his head, and did not pay attention to these people, and walked along the familiar bluestone path.
On the side of the stone road was the clear stream. After so many years, the stream was still so clear that the bottom could be seen, and the pebbles and fish could be seen clearly. It was exactly the same as in his memory.
The mountain breeze blew down from the distant mountains, causing layers of ripples on the clear stream. On the two sides of the stream, the bamboo and peach blossoms set off each other, creating a beautiful scene. The scene in front of him suddenly told Lu Chen that it was spring in this world again.
…
Lu Chen smiled, and his mood suddenly became much better. Walking on the stone road, he watched the peach blossoms bloom, and the petals fluttered in the wind. It was as if he could vaguely see that day, the beautiful woman standing under the peach blossom tree.
She seemed to still have a smile on her face, raising her hand and waving it at him. It was the most enchanting and beautiful picture scroll in ordinary life.
Lu Chen walked over, walked past the peach tree, stretched out his hand, and broke off a peach branch from the tree. A faint fragrance greeted him.
The peach blossoms bloomed like a smiling face, as if laughing at his busy and dreamy life in the world.
Lu Chen grinned, smiled at the peach blossom in his hand, and said softly, "You should be relaxed now, right? Wait for me, I'll go see you later."
With that, he casually put the peach blossom in his arms, and then walked away. Unknowingly, he arrived at the fork in the road, and a familiar big locust tree appeared in front of him, growing next to the clear water stream.
Lu Chen looked over, and subconsciously looked at the big rock by the shore under the tree. In his memory, every day, there would be an old fisherman with the surname Yu sitting here fishing. But on this day, although the weather was good, the rock under the tree was empty.
Lu Chen was stunned, stood there for a while, and then silently turned around and walked away.
Walking along the road into the village, he soon saw the most familiar house in his memory. Nothing had changed here. That house was still a tavern. Even the word "wine" written on the door seemed to be the same as it was in the past.
Everything was the same as in his memory, as if he had never left. Lu Chen was a little surprised, and then smiled. He thought to himself, "The business opened by Old Ma is destined to lose money, and there is really someone who will take over and continue to open the pub?
Are they stupid? "
However, looking at the flag with the word "Wine" on it, he suddenly felt like drinking. So, he strode over. Countless memories of the past surged into his mind, and he felt a burst of warmth in his heart, although he didn't know where Fatty Old Ma was now.
With this thought in his mind, he stepped in, and at the same time said, "Boss, give me two jugs of wine …"
His voice suddenly stopped, and he stood at the door of the pub, with a stunned expression on his face, and looked at the counter in the pub.
He saw that behind the counter, a fat man turned around with some difficulty, looked at Lu Chen, curled his lips, and said unhappily, "Hmm? You've become good at drinking, didn't you only ask for a jug of wine before? "
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