They all said that they should not climb over that mountain in such a starless and moonless night.
He looked up, and the outline of the mountain could not be seen clearly in the dark night. Or, find an inn and stay there, and come back tomorrow during the day? He touched the few coins in his pocket and smiled wryly.
This is the night, he thinks, over this mountain, this is the place he is going to, where there is a warm fire, hot noodle soup, and his shy bride.
He has already entered the mountain pass, and the old man he met on the road once told him that once he entered the mountain pass, he could not turn back. Only in this way can he hope to get out of here at night.
Man is really a strange animal. The more he knows that he cannot turn back, the stronger his desire to turn back. Knowing that in such a dark night, I can't even see my own shadow when I look back, but I still want to look back. Under desperate control, he felt that his neck had stiffened.
The road on this mountain is easy to walk, and he comforted himself desperately in his heart. The old man said, there is only one road, and if he walks for two hours, he should reach the foot of the mountain over there.
In the dark mountain, he felt that every step he took, there would be a booming echo. A gust of wind blew by, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
How long have you been walking now? He doesn't know, without the moon, people can't tell the passage of time. There is always an hour, right? Why are you still going uphill? He looked up, his eyes had adapted to the darkness, and he could see some vague shadows, the long mountain road seemed to have no end.
He stopped, leaned weakly against the rocks beside him, closed his eyes, wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeves, and took a few deep breaths——soon, we're almost at the top of the mountain, right?
He opened his eyes and was stunned: there were three forked roads ahead. He thought back, was it like this before he closed his eyes? Can not remember. But how could there be a fork in the road? The old man clearly said that there is only one mountain road.
He clenched his fists and shivered uncontrollably. He was thinking, choose a way to go down? Or turn back? Thinking about it, I can't look back. So, which way to go?
Left, middle, right, which one will lead him to his bride?
During the worship, the bride was on his right, wearing a red hijab, and red embroidered shoes were faintly visible under the long skirt. That's right!
Now that he has made up his mind, he is not afraid anymore. Putting on the crown belt and tightening the package on his back, he walked up the mountain road on the right.
The mountain road that he walked at night was always very winding, rugged and narrow, but this road became wider and wider. He thought that he must be on the right road, and he was about to reach the top of the mountain.
I don't know what kind of wild flowers grow on the top of the mountain, but there is a faint fragrance. He took a few deep breaths, and felt that the fatigue along the way was swept away, and his steps became much lighter-there was a turn ahead.
The fragrance became clearer, that kind of fragrance, like the sachet his mother made for him when he was a child, he once slept in his arms for a whole summer. Thinking this way, he walked through a detour and stopped.
Really reached the top of the mountain. To his surprise, there was a long-haired woman in black sitting on a rock.
Yes, the long-haired woman in black sat quietly on the top of the mountain, as if looking at him again.
He himself was also very surprised that in such a dark night, he could clearly see the texture of the black clothes worn by the woman, and he could also distinguish the black clothes from the long black hair. The woman sitting there seemed to be a black light source, attracting him to walk over.
Why, on this starless and moonless night, would there be such a woman sitting alone on the top of the mountain? This idea just flashed through his mind, the ghost bride black thorn , and now he just wants to get closer to this mysterious black.
As he got closer, he stopped again. He could already see the woman's face clearly. No, he couldn't see the woman's face at all! Because, he only saw her black eyes.
Even in such a dark night, he could still see her eyes, a pair of water-like clear eyes, full of resentment, joy, hope, and sadness. The moment he stared, those eyes told him a thousand words, all the waiting and desolation of a graceful woman in this night.
He felt something stuck in his throat, and his heart was throbbing violently. He no longer remembers why he climbed over this mountain at night, he only knows that he hopes that there will be no more melancholy and tears in these eyes.
He took a step forward and bowed deeply to the woman.
"My name is Xiaoqian…"
The voice flowed through the night like water, and he saw a smile blooming on her lips, but this smile was also so sad.
Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian!
For some reason, this strange name hit his heart like a sledgehammer.
"Xiaoqian," the name on his tongue made him feel vaguely familiar. "It's so late, what are you doing here?"
She stood up gently, and her black skirt flew in the gusts of mountain wind. In the night, her figure is so lonely. He unconsciously took a step forward, afraid that she would fly away with the wind.
"It's so late? What are you doing here?" She seemed to be repeating his words.
He was at a loss. She continued to ask.
"Why do you have to come to this mountain on such a night, such a starless and moonless night? Why do you have to come to me at this moment?"
She slowly raised her hand, brushing up a few strands of hair flying in the wind, her white wrist trembling slightly in the darkness. He reached out and held her hand, that hand was so cold, at that moment he had an urge to put it on his chest to warm it.
"Why?" she was still asking.
"Why?" he repeated unconsciously.
She raised her head, with tears shining under her long eyelashes, "Because you are here for an appointment, an appointment made a few lifetimes ago."
The agreement a few generations ago? What is flying in front of you? He stretched out his hand and waved it weakly, feeling her poignant smile gradually… blurred in front of his eyes…
in the dark night
I have been waiting for you for several lifetimes
when i bloom
you're still looking around
when you walk by me smiling
I've been scattered by the roadside
Maybe it's a trick of fate
you always miss
my most beautiful moment
in this gentle season
how can i keep you
Hold on to the tenderness of you hugging me
Hold on to this starless and moonless night
blow my flying hair
Blow my black train
my waiting turns into stone
A black mist filled his surroundings, and he felt as if his body had melted into the mist. His head was so dizzy, he felt no weight, and he wasn't even sure if he was looking at the black mist with his eyes.
The scenery gradually became clear before his eyes, and he felt the mountain wind blowing on his body, which was painful. Why is the mountain wind so strong? His arms were hurting too, and his body was hurting too. He tried desperately to open his eyes.
He found himself in the air, with a cliff to his right and an abyss beneath his feet. Half of his body is covered with blood, this is why the body hurts, right? The pain in his arm was because one of his hands was firmly grasping a green vine growing in a crack in the rock, while his other hand—he looked down and couldn't help shouting.
"Xiaoqian! Keep your spirits up! Someone will rescue us soon!"
He squeezed her hand hard, she raised her head, he took a breath, and saw her face was bloodless with heartache.
"It's all my fault. If I don't insist on coming to the top of the mountain to play, I won't be like this!" Compared with the strong mountain wind, her voice was almost inaudible.
"Don't think about it! Think about something happy, it's easier to stick to it." He shouted as loud as he could, but found that his voice was also weak.
"Xiaoqian! Do you remember the first time you came to my house? You were wearing a long black dress with black pearl hairpins in your hair. I asked you why you like black, what do you say?"
"I said, because my hair is black, my eyes are black, and even the night outside the window is black." Her voice became lower and lower.
"Also, that time when I took you to climb a tree in the garden, you accidentally fell down and your whole knee was covered in blood, but you said it didn't hurt…"
"Yunfei!" She interrupted his memory. "Let go of me! As long as you let me go, you can climb up this vine. If this continues, we will all die!"
"Nonsense! Or, let's think about the future, think about it, one day, you will be my bride, and I will take off your red hijab, by the way, you won't insist on wearing a black hijab? I'm afraid My mother will disagree."
A smile played on her lips, the last he'd ever seen her. She raised her hand and opened his already stiff fingers one by one.
Did he yell? Did he cry? He couldn't feel it anymore, he only knew that he watched her black figure shrink rapidly, smaller…
"If there is another life, I will be your bride again!"
These were the last words he heard before his vision blurred.
The black mist filled the air again, and his vision was blurred and then clear again.
He found that he was walking on the street, bouncing around with a candied haws in his arms, and there were so many new and interesting things on the street. He was a little thankful that he just used a little trick to get rid of Zhang Ma. Who wants to let her hug? So fat, so hot!
Huh? Why is that man on the side of the road sitting there? He ran over briskly, and he was an old lady like Zhang Ma. Her face is so dirty, and her clothes are probably dirty too, but the clothes are black, so you can't tell. She closed her eyes, is she asleep? Or are you hungry?
He didn't know why, but felt that the old woman was very kind, so he reached out and shook her.
"Grandma! What's the matter with you? Are you hungry? Can I have candied haws here for you?"
The old woman slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw him, her eyes widened suddenly.
"You! How come?"
He was a little scared. The old woman grabbed his hand so tightly, it hurt so much! He was about to cry in pain, but found that the old woman was crying first.
"Why is this? I have been looking for you for so many years!"
Wow! too horrible! He broke free from the old woman's hand and ran far, far away desperately. As I ran, my vision blurred…
Opening his eyes again, he finds himself transformed into a kitten, a stray feral cat who (or should I say "it") has just lost a fight for food to the ferocious The wild dog, it hadn't eaten for three days, and it was snowing heavily with goose feathers, it thought, it was probably dying, and it was about to bid farewell to this cruel world.
Just walking like this, a group of horses and horses came to meet them. The few people walking in front carried a lot of tributes. It seemed that they were going to worship their ancestors. It raised its head, looked at those pig heads and whole sheep, and suddenly made a decision. —-Rush up and eat! It would be better than now to be beaten to death even if you eat it! It bowed its waist, and with a sudden pounce, it landed on the shelf, and then took a bite on the pig's head. It was so delicious! But before he had time to recollect, he was hit hard on the head, it swayed, and fell to the ground, wonderful~~~~ It screamed in pain, just when it was about to take a last look at the world , it heard a voice like a silver bell, "Stop!" Then, it saw a hand, a hand that seemed to be carved from beautiful jade, and slowly picked it up. It raised its head, and saw that The owner of the hand, looking at each other, they seem to have read something familiar from each other's eyes, she smiled, but it shed tears, because of her smile – that is, no matter how many times it has experienced will forget…
When his sight was clear again, he found himself back on the top of the mountain in the starless night, his Xiaoqian was right in front of him, as beautiful as before, looking at him quietly as before.
He hugged her in his arms, hugging the ghost bride black thorn tightly, for fear that she would disappear into the air like the black mist just now.
"Come on, come home with me. I want you to be my bride."
She shook her head, and his heart tightened, "Why? Don't you want to go home with me?"
She smiled sadly, "How long have we missed? It's hundreds of years! I'm so afraid that I won't remember our agreement in the next life. So, I decided to break free from this reincarnation life. Use my most beautiful face to wait for you. Your arrival."
He looked at her blankly.
"My love, can't you feel how cold my face is? Can't you feel how calm my chest is? Can't you feel how lifeless I am? Can't you feel that I… Not in the same space? I don’t have much time left, the first ray of morning light shines on me, that’s when I leave this world forever, completely.”
She also stretched out her hand and hugged him tightly, "Just tonight, marry me as your bride. The night is my wedding dress, and the mountain is our witness."
She looked up with a heartbreaking smile, "Didn't you say that I couldn't find the black wedding dress? I found it!"
She looked at him and wiped away his tears, "What? Don't you kiss your black bride?"
He looked at her, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see her appearance clearly, he lowered his head, and deeply imprinted a kiss that had been waiting for a few lifetimes on her lips…
"Mister! Mr. Mr!"
He opened his eyes, and beside the bed was his shy bride smiling, holding a bowl of chicken soup.
What about the mountain road? What about the night? Where is his black bride? Could it be that all of this is just a dream?
He sat up, and something slipped from his arms. He picked it up, and the familiar scent was a black sachet, with "Xiaoqian" embroidered with black and gold silk thread on it.
under the moonlight
I can't see my shadow
i just remember
is so real
as if within reach
at that moment
i really forgot
there's so much distance between us
Paradise in dreams
also across hell