I like Li Bai very much, like his talent, his boldness, and his ease.
Sometimes I think, wouldn’t it be more chic if Li Bai could hold a long sword and act like a knight?
So when I heard "One Sword to the End of the World" sung by Xiao Yiqing, I wrote this short story.
At night in Chang'an, along the moat, there are lights and trees, and people on the street are walking in and out of pairs, shadowy.
Lin Mo stood quietly, staring at the fireworks in the distance.
When will he come back again?
I still remember that because of a letter from home, he rushed home in a hurry. His mother was seriously ill and wanted to see him get married. He, who has always been free and easy, could only do it no matter how much he didn't want to. Able to comply with mother's wishes.
When he came to propose marriage, Lin Mo hid behind the screen and secretly listened to his charming voice, and occasionally glanced at his handsome face.
He is the great swordsman who is extremely talented and famous all over the world.
He spoke very frankly, without any words of long-lasting admiration. He just told his biological mother the current situation, and simply added that she was a good match.
Naturally, Lin Mo's father could not be moved by such reasons. You know, Lin Mo was his most beloved daughter.
But Lin's father still couldn't stand Lin Mo's hard work.
Lin Mo likes to read his poems the most on weekdays. While reciting them over and over again, he imagines him wearing white clothes and drinking alone from the wind and sand, looking forward to one day having sex with him. Appreciate the fire, trees and silver flowers.
On the day of his wedding, catkins were flying in Chang'an City. He was dressed in red, and his clothes were fluttering in the sky. Everything was like a dream.
He drank like tea that night. Although he was full of alcohol when he entered the room, he still looked as handsome as before. Lin Mo frowned slightly when he saw him approaching, so he consciously made a bed on the ground, and soon began to snore lightly.
Lin Mo looked carefully at his sleeping face illuminated by candlelight, from the thin pink lips to the high bridge of the nose, to the jade-like cheeks, trembling eyelashes, and soft eyebrow peaks. .
Lin Mo looked at him tirelessly, unable to hold back his excitement.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally opened his eyes.
Lin Mo did not dodge his gaze, but went straight towards him.
Perhaps this is a glimpse of ten thousand years.
After a long time, he finally said: "Lin... Madam, have you ever had a relationship with me?"
Lin Mo nodded slightly.
That day, Lin Mo heard that he had come to Chang'an City, so he disguised himself as a man and went out to play on the streets, imagining the drama of encountering him by chance. He likes to drink wine and watch peach blossoms, so Lin Mo wore a white robe embroidered with peach blossoms, which was charming but still masculine.
Lin Mo strolled around, completely ignoring the words "monster" and "funny" thrown around by passers-by. While wandering around, he saw a crowd of people and a lot of noise in front of him, so Lin Mo stepped forward to find out.
This investigation actually found him.
Even Lin Mo admired his good luck.
In the lobby, he was drinking and composing poems with his friends, and the onlookers came precisely because of him.
He is only in his early twenties, but the whole country knows about his righteousness and talent. Many women are secretly attracted to him, and many men also want to be friends with him.
Seeing that there were so many people coming, he invited them to write poems with his name "Bai" as the title.
Lin Mo was smart and studious since he was a child, and he learned to imitate men's speech early on, so he boldly stood up and composed a poem.
White paper is like a pure heart, white clothes are like a king’s heart. Infatuation is the most ink, I am willing to write for you.
As soon as this poem came out, everyone applauded.
But he frowned slightly.
Lin Mo stared at him quietly, and he finally looked into Lin Mo's eyes across thousands of mountains and rivers.
"Although this poem has gorgeous rhetoric, its meaning is unclear, and it really adds a bit of a petty spirit."
As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.
If this were to happen to others, they would be so embarrassed that they would not know what to do, but Lin Mo was Lin Mo.
"The qi of Xiaojiazi is also qi. To say what it means, sir, you must savor it carefully."
Infatuation is the most ink, and I am willing to write for you.
"Since it has meaning, why not tell it in public?" someone said in the crowd.
"Yeah, why do you need to be so showy?" "That's right."
The crowd suddenly became noisy.
Lin Mo's cheeks were slightly red and his lips were pursed tightly, all of which he could see.
"I'm afraid the ink refers to you. You must have a habit of cutting off your sleeves!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.
"That's it. I've seen him very charming, like a monster that will bring disaster to the country and the people."
People started pushing, and the delicate and frail Lin Mo was pushed to the ground. Falling to the ground, a pair of jade hands were stepped on several times.
At some point, he arrived in front of me, hugged himself and quickly moved away from the crowd.
Feeling the softness on his chest, he couldn't help but chuckle. It turned out to be a girl who admired him.
"Where is the girl's home? I'll take her back." He put himself down in a deserted place and asked.
"Huh? Uh... How dare I trouble you, sir? Thank you for your generous help today." Lin Mo slipped out secretly.
"Girl, it's better not to go out alone, it's too dangerous." There was no emotion in his tone.
"I sincerely follow Mr.'s teachings." Lin Mo lowered his head and said somewhat dejectedly.
"See you later, sir." Lin Mo turned around and left.
"Why didn't the lady tell her husband's identity that day?"
"If the husband wanted to know, he would naturally follow him, wouldn't he?"
The man chuckled. Silent.
That day, he followed her and watched her enter the Prime Minister's Mansion.
He did this not because of admiration, but to see her return home safely, so as to gain peace of mind.
He is not a person who is obsessed with the love between his children, but when he was looking for a suitable young woman this time, he learned that the prime minister's family had a granddaughter named Lin Mo, who was still young, so he guessed that she was her.
As for why this conjecture came true, it may be because of fate.
Of course there will be sex after marriage, but because his mother is ill and bedridden, he can only stay with her every day, and Lin Mo stays with him without complaining.
Seeing how loving these two couples were, the old man passed away with a smile not long after.
After sending his mother away, he began to drink tea every day, and sometimes wrote a poem to express the pain of losing his mother. Lin Mo often prepared sobering decoctions for him, listened carefully to his words, and appreciated His poetry provided him with timely comfort.
After a month of this kind of life, he finally proposed to go out for a walk and meet his friends.
Lin Mo offered to accompany him, but he was persuaded by the difficulty of the journey.
Lin Mo grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he never experienced anything like traveling through mountains and rivers, eating and sleeping in the open air.
He rode away from Chang'an City alone.
This journey lasted for several months.
To say that staying in a boudoir for a long time is lonely, then to stay alone in an empty boudoir is painful.
Lin Mo and him were very much like water and fish.
He came back in high spirits and joy, and she was also excited about his return.
There are many literati and poets in the world, and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland are also quite vast. He has more and more friends, and the days away from home are getting longer and longer.
Lin Mo fell in love with a wild horse, but there was no grassland in her world.
In the second spring and autumn after marrying Lin Mo, he brought back a woman named Fuyou.
Although this woman is not as good-looking and talented as Lin Mo, she is good at swordsmanship and endures hardships, so she is not as pampered as Lin Mo.
Lin Mo said nothing about the woman's arrival.
Not long after, the woman gave birth to a son, and he jumped for joy. Lin Mo was also happy for him, but somehow he couldn't get rid of the sadness in his heart.
His visits home did not become more frequent because of his children.
He never seemed to care about anything. He was always calm and free.
One person, one sword and one fight of wine.
With the sky as my cover and the moon as my friend, I am lonely but cool.
In the blink of an eye, it has been two years since he last returned home.
Lin Mo has learned how to dance with a sword and use a gun in the past two years, and only hopes that when he returns, he can ride with him to the end of the world.
Today is the Lantern Festival, the moon is as full as a mirror, and Lin Mo can't help but feel even more missing.
Outside Chang'an City, the man was still riding his horse alone and returning alone.
Just when Lin Mo was about to see the man he had been thinking about for more than seven hundred days and nights, a fire sword flew from nowhere, cutting off the prosperity of Chang'an and cutting off Lin Mo's thoughts.
In just one night, thousands of troops and cavalry in Chang'an City trampled over them, and every inch of their homeland turned into sand.
He wanted to kill everyone in the world with his long sword, but he could never find the infatuated girl back then.
Have you ever loved her? Even he himself doesn't understand.
That day when he wrote a poem to express his love in public, he seemed not to be tempted, because Lin Mo was not the first; during the long look at each other that night, he seemed not to be tempted, because he was not a womanizer; after that In their company day and night, he seemed to have never been tempted, because Lin Mo seemed to treat him as well as his family members.
But for some reason, in the days away from home, he missed her more and more, missed her smile, missed the soup she carefully cooked for him, and missed her happiness in composing poems with him. time.
When he rode back that night, he had thought about the girl a thousand times in his heart, but now he could not find any sign of her even though he had searched all over Chang'an.
The white is still there, but the ink is gone.
After several months, the rebels were pacified and Chang'an was restored.
He is still him, riding a horse alone and wandering around the world.
During the Lantern Festival, under the moonlight in Chang'an, he was still doing chivalry and watching the fireworks all the way, but he still couldn't see her back then.
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