Chen Chang Sheng nodded and said, "Yes, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Luo Bu was very interested and asked, "Does she like you?"
Chen Chang Sheng felt a little embarrassed and agreed.
Luo Bu slightly raised his eyebrows, saying, "If you have a lover, why don't you meet?"
Obviously, he didn't agree with Chen Chang Sheng's method.
To him, the most difficult thing was to have a lover. Since he had feelings for her, he naturally wanted to stay with her forever and not be separated for even a moment.
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it and said, "It's not convenient to meet her, and … she has some important things to do."
Luo Bu said nothing more. He raised the wine pot between his fingers and took a large gulp, muttering, "Liking each other … what kind of feeling is that?"
Chen Chang Sheng didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What?"
"It's nothing. Just drunk talk."
Luo Bu gazed at the wilderness at the end of the mountain stream, as if he could see the mountain peak that was perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist. A faint trace of worry appeared on his face.
From the first moment he woke up, the Luo Bu in Chen Chang Sheng's eyes was carefree yet indifferent, downtrodden yet unruly, but he had never seen him like this.
That trace of sorrow was very faint, but the beard on his face could not hide it. Why were there so many vicissitudes between his young brows?
He really wanted to know Rob's story and what he had been through.
"I am a person without a story." Luo Bu very quickly shook off that emotion and handed the wine pot over to Chen Chang Sheng, saying indifferently, "Because my life has been too smooth. Apart from the one time I encountered trouble when I was young, I've never had anything that I couldn't wish for."
Chen Chang Sheng thought to himself, then why are you so worried?
"But there are many things in this world that have nothing to do with your own efforts, such as the matters between men and women, or the matters of life and death. No matter how hard you struggle and grow, you can't be sure that you can defeat the other, because these two relationships require a response. "
Luo Bu pointed to the sky full of stars and said, "You tell the starry sky that you don't want to return, but the starry sky doesn't respond to you. You will grow old and then die. You tell the girl that I like you, but even if you are the best, the best, she just doesn't like you. What can you do then?"
The starry sky and the lady would only look at you quietly. They might pity you or sympathize with you, but when would they ever change their minds?
A starry sky that could change its color, shape, and laws at will could only be an oil painting in Xuelao City.
A girl who would fall in love with him because of begging or hard work might also be a good girl, but unfortunately, she was not the girl he liked.
What can you do?
A simple sentence, but it made Chen Chang Sheng feel very sad.
Perhaps it was because he had prayed countless times to the starry sky for forgiveness.
He clumsily patted Rob's shoulder, trying to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
The sky was filled with stars.
The girl is far to the south.
Thank God he didn't say anything.
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…
Luo Bu was still in a good mood when he returned to his study.
In the past few years, he had always played the role of a teacher in the sect, even in front of disciples of the same generation. Moreover, with his knowledge, there were not many people who could make him talk so freely, except for his second junior brother and junior sister.
Originally, he was prepared to find out the identity of that fellow, but for the sake of this conversation, no matter which force he was from, he would let him be.
What was slightly regretful was that this guy's alcohol tolerance was too terrible, far inferior to his junior sister.
Yes, who could compare to his junior sister?
He stared at the now empty bookshelf in a daze for a very long time, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
He shook his head, dispelling these thoughts, and began to tidy up his study in preparation for his departure.
He had not deceived that fellow. He really was preparing to leave and return to the mountain.
At this moment, he noticed that the secret mark on his desk had changed from when he had left, and knew that someone had been here.
He took a letter from a hidden box on his desk.
This was a letter sent from home.
The letter described a few major events that had recently occurred. It was extremely detailed and detailed, even more complete than the highest-level of military documents.
His gaze slowly moved over the letter, his sword-like brows gradually rising as if he wanted to chop off the beard on his face.
His gaze also grew colder and colder.
It turned out that on that night, besides Ning Shiwei, Zhu Ye, and Tianhai Zhanyi, there had also been people from the Tang clan.
These people had all died because they had gone to steal those mysterious Cinnabar Pills.
He had long since grown accustomed to the conduct of the important figures of the Great Zhou Imperial Court, but he still felt that this method was very shameless, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
What crime was there in seeking one's own death?
He continued to read the letter.
And then, he saw the Demon Lord's name.
His expression turned rather solemn.
Finally, he saw Chen Changsheng's name.
His expression became abnormally solemn, and the hand holding the letter went stiff.
He raised his head to look out the window. He didn't know if it was the stream or that small house that was forever stewing meat.
He thought of the marks on that cliff, of that unconscious fellow, of that conversation by the stream, and of the details of that conversation …
His expression changed several times.
At the start, it was a little red, but it did not seem like anger. Soon after, it became a little white, but it did not seem like shock.
It was like a drunkard who had drunk too much wine.
In the end, all his emotions were replaced by a bitter and bitter smile, brimming with self-deprecation.
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… …
Drinking wine under the starry sky and talking about girls while drinking had always been something that young men loved to do the most.
Back in the Orthodox Academy, when Tang Thirty-Six did these things, Chen Changsheng had not been willing to accompany him. After tonight, however, he realized that it truly was very enjoyable.
He thought, in a few days, when I go to Wenshui to see Tang Thirty-Six, should I bring a few bottles of good wine as repayment for the Tang Old Master's kindness in giving me the umbrella?
Of course, the conversation over wine was the same as the drinking itself. It mainly depended on who the person was talking to.
Chen Changsheng felt that tonight's conversation was very pleasant, even somewhat delightful, because the person he was talking to was Luo Bu.
This made him think of the candlelight conversation he had with Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, and the others in the grass hut in the Mausoleum of Books.
Of course, tonight's conversation was most similar to his conversation with Xu Yourong in that snowy temple.
That snowy temple was by the White Grass Path.
The White Grass Path was in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun.
The Plains of the Unsetting Sun was a part of the Garden of Zhou.
Suddenly, Chen Changsheng woke up with a start, no longer feeling drunk.
A few days ago, when he had just woken up from his coma, he felt like he had forgotten something.
Now, he finally remembered.
There were still people in the Garden of Zhou.
He took a sip of the strong tea that Nanke had brought over and asked her to keep an eye on the door. Then he took off the string of stone pearls from his wrist.
Among the five stone pearls, one was black in color.
His spiritual sense rested on the black stone pearl.
In the next moment, he felt a chilly wind blow against his face.
And it was at the highest point of the Mausoleum of Zhou.
As far as the eye could see, the grassland had long since recovered to its original state, a field of green that was very pleasing to the eye.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar rose up from all around the Mausoleum of Zhou and a tide of monsters surged over.
That year, he and that girl also saw the same scene.
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… …
Only the starry sky and the girl … the food and wine, the novels and the movies, the scenery, the universe, the truth, and oneself cannot disappoint.
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