At that time, the sky had just been darkened, and Li Dufeng, a young man, hurried back because the family was in a hurry.
He, a well-known painter in our capital, is going back to see our seriously ill old lady this time.
Walking and walking, when I arrived at Yunyin Town, the sky was already as dark as the bottom of the pot, there was no shop in front of the village, and I was worried that there was no place to stay, and suddenly I saw that there was a light in front of me, and an old Yizhuang was so quietly pestled on the side of the road.
Li Dufeng thought to himself: "Although it is a Yizhuang, it is better than being frozen outside." So, he plucked up his courage and knocked on the door of Nayizhuang.
As soon as the door opened, the sound "creaked" and sounded like it had traveled through centuries.
The one who opened the door was an old man, his hair and beard were white, and there was such a majesty in his eyes, he looked Li Dufeng up and down, nodded, and acquiesced to him staying.
This old man's surname is Wei, and he is the night watchman of this Yizhuang, and he is also the "living Hades" in the mouths of the people in our town.
Old man Wei usually doesn't talk much, but he has a good heart, and he can always help pedestrians passing by.
He took Li Dufeng to a side room, and left after a few words, leaving Li Dufeng alone, and his heart was full of thoughts.
It was late at night, and the surroundings were as quiet as if something, Li Dufeng was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, but he couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the window clicked, and he got up and wanted to close the window, but he saw the rows of coffins shining with a faint cold light under the moonlight in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but shiver in his heart.
Just as he was about to close the curtains, his eyes sharpened, and he noticed that the coffin lid in the middle seemed to move. "This ...... How is that possible? Li Dufeng was shocked like something, but he was naturally curious and bold, so he decided to go and see it quietly.
He crept out of the chamber and approached the coffin step by step by the moonlight.
The more he walked, the more panicked he became, and just as he was about to touch the lid of the coffin, a faint breathing sound suddenly came from inside the coffin, and then, a hand slowly stretched out from the coffin, and the fingertips were as white as something, but the vitality was so strong that people could not ignore it.
Li Dufeng was so frightened that he almost didn't stand firm, but he quickly calmed down, and an inexplicable courage surged in his heart, and he decided to take a look.
He carefully lifted the lid of the coffin, and there was a woman in ancient clothes lying inside, very delicate, with such an otherworldly temperament between her eyebrows, but her face was as white as paper, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
Seeing that Li Dufeng was so bold, the woman not only did not be afraid, but smiled slightly, and the smile was as warm as spring, and immediately dispelled the coldness around her. "Don't be afraid, Childe, I'm a lonely soul here, trapped here because the grievances in my previous life have not been resolved.
It's really fate to meet Childe tonight. The woman's voice was as soft as spring water, and it was pleasant to listen to.
When Li Dufeng heard this, although he still had some doubts in his heart, he saw that the woman had no malicious intent, so he mustered up the courage to ask: "Girl, is there any way you can get out?"
Maybe I can help. The girl shook her head, sighed, and said, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but this matter is not something that we can handle."
But since you're here, it must have been arranged by God.
I look at your face, and I feel as if you are going to suffer a little sin, or you can put incense on me here, and maybe you will be able to ward off the disaster. Hearing this, Li Dufeng nodded hurriedly, although he was a little confused in his heart, but he still did as the girl said.
He went back to his house, took out the incense and candles he had brought, and respectfully returned to the courtyard, and put a stick of incense on the girl.
The cigarette slowly rose, and it seemed that even the cold air around it had dispersed.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, and also carried away the girl's figure.
When Li Dufeng looked into the coffin again, there was no one inside, only the cold wooden planks and the faint scent of sandalwood.
Early the next morning, Li Dufeng said goodbye to Old Man Wei and set out on the way home again.
Although he had a lot of things in his heart that he didn't understand, he was more grateful to the mysterious girl.
A few months later, he returned home, just in time for a sudden flood, and if he hadn't moved with the rest of the group in time, the consequences would have been serious.
He himself was unscathed in the disaster, as if something was secretly protecting him.
Since then, Li Dufeng has believed that everything in this world is a little spiritual, and that experience of spending the night in Yizhuang has become the most unforgettable adventure in his life.
In the dead of night, he would think of the living person lying in the coffin, and her warm smile, and his heart was full of gratitude and awe.
And Yunyin Town, that place full of mystery......
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is several years.
Li Dufeng's reputation in the capital is getting bigger and bigger, and his paintings are not only well-painted, but also have an indescribable aura, which makes people forget the world when they see it.
But every time in the dead of night, he would always think of the night in Yunyin Town, the girl lying in the coffin, and the mystery and warmth she left for him.
One day, Li was invited to a small town in the north to paint murals for a newly built temple there.
The road was quite long, and he rode his fast horse through the vast grassland, and finally reached the snow-covered town.
Although the town is small, the people are very simple and hospitable, which makes Li Dufeng feel the warmth that he has not seen for a long time.
During his few days in the town, in addition to being busy painting murals, Li Dufeng often chatted with the villagers and listened to them talk about all kinds of strange things.
Among them, there was a hunter named Lao Zhao, who caught his attention.
Lao Zhao ran around when he was young and had a wide range of knowledge, and the stories he told were always so engaging.
One night, Lao Zhao brought a pot of hot wine to Li Dufeng's residence.
The two sat down around the stove, and after drinking a few glasses, Lao Zhao suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Master Li, do you know that we have an old story about Yizhuang here?" When Li Dufeng heard this, his heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Oh?
Let's talk about it. Lao Zhao took a sip of wine and said slowly: "I heard the older generation say that hundreds of years ago, there was also a Yizhuang on the edge of our town, which was quite similar to the one at the end of Yunyin Town.
In that Yizhuang, there lived a vigil, and everyone called him 'Lao Hei'.
He is a withdrawn man, but he has a very good heart.
One night, Lao Hei was patrolling in Yizhuang and came across something similar to you-a living person lying in a coffin. ”
"Living?" Li Dufeng frowned, and an indescribable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
"That's right, the living.
But that is not an ordinary living person, it is a fox fairy who has practiced for thousands of years, the catastrophe was not successful, and his body was injured, so he could only temporarily hide in the coffin to keep the spirit alive. Lao Zhao continued, "When the old black head came back, he was very frightened, but the fox fairy didn't harm him, but begged him for a favor and found some rare herbs to recover his body." ”
"What happened?" Li Dufeng was fascinated and asked eagerly.
Later, Lao Hei finally found the herb with great effort.
The fox fairy was saved, and in order to repay his kindness, he not only cured Lao Hei's old illness, but also gave him a book of practice secrets, so that he could live comfortably in his old age. Lao Zhao said this, with a look of envy on his face, "I heard that before Lao Hei left, he also saw the fox fairy, she has turned into a human form, beautiful as a fairy, and is about to soar." ”
Li Dufeng listened to Lao Zhao's story, and his heart was mixed.
He recalled the woman lying in the coffin that night in Yunyin Town, and the warmth and mystery she left for him.
Could it be that the woman is also a fox fairy?
Did he inadvertently become her nobleman?
Thinking of this, Li Dufeng shook his head with a wry smile, threw this thought behind him, and continued to immerse himself in mural creation.
But in the dead of night, he would always involuntarily think of the woman and the adventure.
In the blink of an eye, the mural was completed, and Li Dufeng was ready to return to the capital.
On the eve of leaving, a lively bonfire party was held in the town, and the villagers sang and danced to see him off.
Li Dufeng stood in the crowd, looking at the firelight, his heart was full of gratitude and reluctance.
…… Li Dufeng's buddy, full of thoughts and reluctance in his heart, set foot on the way home.
In the winter in the north, the wind blows like knives, and the snowflakes drift endlessly, but the hearts of our buddies are as warm as spring because of that adventure.
When he returned to the capital, he locked himself in the study, did not go out of the door, did not step out of the second door, and soaked in the world of painting all day long, wanting to freeze the experience of Yunyin Town and the image of the mysterious girl forever with pen and ink.
But after a long time, Li Dufeng found that the more he painted, the more confused he became.
The appearance of the girl became more and more blurry in his memory, as if it was covered by a layer of fog, and he couldn't draw it clearly.
He began to mumble whether the experience was just a dream, an illusion, too beautiful to be real.
While he was pondering by himself, an uninvited guest arrived at his house.
It was an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with a stick in his hand, a beard and white hair, and a look in his eyes that did not eat the fireworks of the world.
The old Taoist priest claimed to be traveling around, and when he heard about Li Dufeng's reputation, he came to visit.
Although Li Dufeng felt quite surprised, he was still polite and invited the old Taoist priest into the study.
The two sat down, chatted while drinking tea, and after a pleasantry, the old Taoist priest suddenly asked: "Master Li, do you have any knots in your heart recently, and you can't let go of them?" When Li Dufeng heard this, his heart was shocked, and he looked up at the old Taoist priest, only to see that his eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.
He sighed and told the old Taoist priest about his adventures in Yunyin Town, as well as his confusion after returning.
After hearing this, the old Taoist priest smiled slightly, stroked his beard, and said slowly: "Painter Li, do you know that everything in this world has its destiny?"
The things you encounter are not dreams or illusions, they are your destined fate. ”
"Fate?" Li Dufeng frowned, a little confused. "Yes, fate." The old Taoist priest nodded, and then said, "The girl lying in the coffin is not an ordinary person, but a fox fairy who has practiced for thousands of years.
She was physically damaged because of the unsuccessful escape, so she had to temporarily live in a coffin, waiting for the opportunity to be reborn.
And you, who happened to pass by Yizhuang at that time, put incense on her, which was the greatest help and respect for her. ”
"I see." Li Dufeng suddenly understood, and the confusion in his heart seemed to be blown away by the wind. "But Master Li, you have to know that the real fate is not only about meeting and helping, but also about the spiritual fit and resonance." The old Taoist priest's words changed, and his tone became deep, "The reason why you can't draw her appearance is because you haven't understood that spiritual fit."
You have to feel it with your heart and experience it with emotion in order to capture her charm. When Li Dufeng heard that, his heart suddenly brightened, as if the window paper had been pierced.
He pondered that he couldn't draw the girl's appearance because he only looked at it with his eyes and didn't have the heart to understand it.
He stood up, bowed deeply to the old man, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your guidance, I have really been taught." The old man smiled happily, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, we can meet, it's fate."
Remember, the road of art is long, and it is difficult to walk, and you have to work hard to go further. After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped, took out an old book from his arms, handed it to Li Dufeng, and said: "This book is my experience for many years, and it contains the essence of painting, and it may be able to help you." Li Dufeng took the book, felt warm in his heart, bowed to the old man again, and watched him disappear into the wind and snow.
Since then, Li Dufeng has been in retreat and cultivation, no longer anxious for quick success, but calming down, feeling the bits and pieces of life with his heart, and experiencing everything in the world with affection.
As a result, his paintings become lifelike and full of vitality.
Finally, one day, when he picked up the brush again and prepared to paint the painting about Yunyin Town and the living people in the coffin, he was not confused at all.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could feel the girl's breath again.
He splashed his pen and ink, and in one go, a vivid painting was displayed in front of people.
In the painting, a girl in ancient clothes lies quietly in a coffin, her face is delicate, and there is an otherworldly charm between her eyebrows.
Her eyes are deep and gentle, as if she can see through people's hearts, and she seems to be able to tolerate everything in the world.
Around her, there was a faint smell of sandalwood, and an indescribable mystery and warmth.
As soon as the painting came out, it became a sensation.
People praised him for his good paintings, and they were even more moved by the emotions in his paintings.
As a result, Li Dufeng has become one of the most famous painters in Beijing and even in the north and south of the river.
But he knew that all this was inseparable from the girl lying in the coffin, as well as the mysterious and warm adventure.
He will never forget that cold night, in the Yizhuang of Yunyin Town, he put a stick of incense on her, and she left the most precious memory and inspiration in his life.