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Vague
The young Guo Jia was straightforward and outspoken, holding Jia Xu and saying, "You will go far, farther than me." At that time, Jia Xu said, "Let's go together." In a drunken state, the young Guo Jia grabbed Jia Xu's cane and said, "You will go far, farther than me." Jia Xu coldly replied, "I'll take your good wishes." In his old age, Guo Jia sat on the windowsill and said, "You will go far, farther than me." Jia Xu looked deeply at Guo Jia and said, "I know." Later, the person who blessed him became a low grave, while he went farther and farther, and Guo Jia became a vague mark in his memory. For a long time, he did not think of Guo Jia, and then suddenly realized: "I am about to forget you."
Thirty-three Falling petals
After having a precognitive dream, the young Guo Jia woke up in a daze, shedding tears for a long time. Finally, he stood by Jia Xu's bed, picturing his features with his eyes, not daring to touch.
In the coming decades, the proud and unrestrained young man will become a cold and insane person. It is hard for him to imagine such a change, but he still looks over and over again, imprinting the best young man in his eyes. Many years later, all that Guo Jia sees is the quiet young man in his dreams. No matter how Jia Xu changes, in his eyes, he is still the proud and unrestrained Jia Wenhe, who takes the lead and stands out. It seems that time is forever frozen at The Imperial College of Bing Yong. Countless battles are left behind, and then dust returns to dust. Falling petals pass through decades and fall on Jia Xu's shoulders as he enters the gates of The Imperial College of Bing Yong.
Chapter 34
The last period of time for Jia Xu was spent on his sickbed. By then, he could no longer get out of bed, and even when he was awake, it was rare. The spring scenery in the Embroidered Attire Tower courtyard was beautiful, with golden light streaming in from the window, and the floating dust in the air. The warm sunlight dispelled much of the illness.
In forty years, everyone has grown very old, and many have left early. In the end, it was actually Jia Xu who watched over this world.
Occasionally, when Jia Xu is clear-headed, he will reminisce about the past. The sixty or seventy years seem both long and short.
The wind blew through the window paper, making a rustling sound. Jia Xu suddenly seemed to see a young man in red clothes and green skirt sitting on the windowsill, smiling at him and shouting, "Wenhe, come catch me!"
Jia Xu wanted to say, "I can't catch you anymore," but it felt as if his body was floating lightly towards Guo Jia, while the elderly Jia Xu lay quietly in bed.
Guo Jia reached out to Jia Xu, outside the window was the warm spring light, it was Xun Yu, the senior student, the academic supervisor, the senior students, and many familiar faces. He seemed to be getting younger step by step, like the young man who first arrived at Biyong.
Forty years, the red flowers turned into white bones, Guo Fengxiao, is this the world you wanted?
Qing porcelain thin body
The young scholar Jia Xu rushed to Luoyang to take the imperial examination. When he passed by Biyong, he encountered heavy rain. Helpless, he entered a temple to take shelter from the rain. There were few monks and worshippers in the temple, but the candles on the table kept burning, giving off a warm feeling. The scholar looked up at the statue and was surprised to find that it was not the Queen Mother of the West, but an indistinct immortal. Jia Xu thought that the statue was too high and the rain and fog were too heavy, causing the smoke to obscure the statue's face. The thin body of the Qing porcelain, with its red robes, fluttered like swirling clouds in the wind. A crisp child's voice rang out: "Mother, the Bodhisattva is crying." Jia Xu followed the sound and, as the dispersed clouds and mist revealed a flowing light, he saw the Bodhisattva made of thin Qing porcelain shedding a pure teardrop, which fell directly onto his forehead.
Immortals are not real immortals, humans are real humans, all things are born in the first place, and eventually die in the end.
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