A girl and a stone keep each other company in the dusk, and the waves on the Xiangjiang River sparkle.

The wind is very noisy today.

The next day, the girl also came.

Feng Ting began to expect her to tell him stories about the outside world.

"Really? You also want to go further." The girl seemed to be able to hear his expectations.

"Let me give you a name. You can use my last name. You can call me Feng Ting."

In her mouth, in addition to the scenery outside, there are many interesting stories.

A hero who walks the Nanguan Road alone with a donkey and a sword;

There is the pipa girl whose skill on the Huaihe River boat is unrivaled;

There are high-ranking officials who sit in the high hall and decide cases like gods;

There are great poets who have written such splendid songs as the clothes are getting wider and wider, but you never regret it, and you feel haggard because of Yi.

The stone wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't say anything because he had never seen any scenery worth talking about.

In ten years, she grew into a very beautiful woman with windy clothes.

"Feng Ting, I plan to go out."

"I have never been to Kyushu."

"In these thousands of mountains and rivers, I must go out once."

"I want to make a small boat and escape along this river."

"You're a stone that's too heavy, so I won't move it away... What's wrong, am I so reluctant to leave you?"

"Just wait here. I want to go out and see all the scenery in this world. If I come back, I will tell you about my trip."

"Maybe I won't be able to come back, and maybe I will die outside. Thinking about it, we may never see each other again."

"Oh, you really want to follow me?"

That woman's laughter was like a silver bell, and the wind carried freedom. This land hanging south, this remote mountain town, and the girl's family were like an iron lock.

But this woman is the wind, and the wind cannot be locked away.

"Well, if I can't come back in the future, I will plant a very beautiful flower on a stone so that you can recognize my flower at a glance. If you go out and see the flower on the stone,

If you look at the flowers, you can recognize me."

"By then I must have been to many places, far, far away from here. You have to cross many mountains and many rivers to meet me. When you see that flower, you can see the scenery I have seen.

Already."

"I will plant that flower in a far away place in this world, and that flower will tell you about my wonderful life for me."

He saw the girl riding a simple raft, choosing a dark night, and quietly floating away along the river.

The man said goodbye to her, but the stone was unable to respond.

What the woman didn't know was that in the tenth year, the spirits on the stone also gathered together and a monster was born.

"My name is... Feng Ting."

The wind blew up by the river, and the wind turned into a wisp of breeze and blew into the world.

He wanted to see a lot of scenery, and he wanted to see the thousands of rivers and mountains that the woman said.

Later, he really went to see the vast grasslands, the surging rivers, the mountain tops higher than the clouds, the unpredictable sea, and the bustling city that looked like it was burning at night.

I also visited many people and met many monsters.

Heroes, wealthy businessmen, ladies, scholars, he listened to their stories in the wind, and watched their stories with a gust of wind in the background.

participated in, passed through;

But it never stopped;

He wanted to see more things, and thought that when he saw that woman again, he would no longer just listen, but tell her about the scenery he encountered along the way.

He had seen enough and had enough to say to that woman, but that gust of wind had been blowing on this land for more than eight hundred years and never stopped.

He never met that woman.

Feng Wuli rode his bicycle up Jiwei. The riverside was right in front of him. Orange-red light fell on the river and the concrete floor was still warm.

As soon as he appeared, the wind started blowing by the river.

"That's an amazing woman."

The wind sounded cheerful, and even he knew that the woman was probably withered.

But she has definitely lived a splendid life. She must have seen as much scenery as him. Her life must have been very exciting.

He couldn't wait to see that woman's story. Even after many years, he was still very excited.

That was the dream that Feng Ting had been chasing for eight hundred years.

"It's windy. It's been so hot just now."

"Yeah, it's so cool."

People walking along the river expressed joy at the sudden wind.

Feng Wuli rode his bicycle along the road along the river. Feng Ting followed him and talked excitedly about the girl.

Feng Wuli listened to him with a smile.

Listening to what he said, Feng Wuli could also see the same scenery that Feng Ting had seen for more than eight hundred years.

Finally, I found a stone standing on the river bank in front of me. The river embankment sloped down, and the stone stood on the river bank.

A blue flower bloomed on it.

"Is that that one? It's really beautiful."

Feng Wuli felt that the flowers contained a rich spirit.

As early as when he heard Feng Ting's story, he knew which girl belonged to a family of practitioners. What concerned him the most was that that family actually had the surname Feng.

"Ha, I found it!" Feng Ting recognized the flower at a glance.

But when he saw the stone, he was a little stunned.

"I will plant that flower far, far away from here..."

In the picture, the woman with a smile on her face said to the stones on the riverside.

When I see it again.

The woman has disappeared, and a flower of hers bloomed on the stone.

It turns out that this place is not very far away, this is the starting point of Feng Ting and that woman.

Flowers contain a woman’s life;

On the third day of her voyage on the raft, she was captured by tribesmen sent by her family. After she was brought back to the family, she was never allowed to step out of the family again.

Until decades later, the free little girl back then was already old.

Before she died, she came to the river, looked at the stones, and apologized.

A flower was planted.

The flower was still swaying in the wind. Feng Wuli hurriedly looked behind him, and the white-haired boy looked at the flower in shock.

"That's it."

The wind by the river disappeared, and the white-haired boy's never-ending footsteps stopped.

"Thank you for taking me to find her." The young man thanked Feng Wuli.

"Well, this flower... is very beautiful." He didn't know what to say for a moment.

How would Feng Ting feel at this moment? It turned out that the person he had always thought was his target had never been out.

"Well, it's very beautiful."

Feng Wuli watched him sit next to the stone and face the flower path:

"You must be very lonely if no one can talk to you in this beautiful time. How about I tell you about the outside world?"
Chapter completed!