"To get it, you'll have to find her first.""
I know where she is.Also know what to do. ”"Then why don't you leave" "You're the only guy who knows what I'm thinking, but doesn't stop it at all, and doesn't even give a word of advice. ”"Well, to correct it, it's the old fellow."
In the East China Sea, on an island that is easily overlooked, there is a cave called "Lost Pearl", which has a wonderful name, but it is a prison.It is said that this place is unmanned, and there is no entry or exit.Sitting cross-legged in front of the blue water suspended in the air in the cave, Winter Ear stared disapprovingly at the short, round old man who was as long as a rice ball, his beard was so long that it had circled several times in the three-foot lotus flower under his seat, and finally hung down to the petals.He's an old fellow.The countless wrinkles on his forehead are almost stacked together, his teeth are gone, he can't support two lips, so he has to be deflated all day, and when he speaks, his eyelids are too lazy to open, and he always squints, making people wonder if he is talking again or in his sleep.He was a prisoner in the Cave of the Lost Pearls.How many years have he been locked up, why he has been locked up, and what is the origin, I'm afraid that even the oldest old dragon king of the East China Sea doesn't know.When a person is forgotten for too long, his existence merges with time, flowing without a trace and without alarming anyone.He seems to enjoy such "oblivion".When Dong Er was still a child, she ran out to play, attracted by the aroma wafting out of the pearl hole, she ran in, and saw this old man sitting in the lotus, holding a casserole, leisurely drinking soup, the lotus flower under him, floating in a water flowing in the air, clear and transparent, the green wave swaying gently.She was greedy and wanted to fly to the old man to see what soup he had drunk, but she couldn't fly into the green water.Gentle water, like a cage that does not allow anyone to approach.She likes to listen to the stories told by the "prisoner", a little old man who is no more than two and a half feet tall, and prefers that he teach her all kinds of novel but delicious recipes, and go back to paint gourds in the same way, and the result is bound to be a delicacy among delicacies.The older she grew, the more she felt that he was the most knowledgeable and interesting old guy she had ever seen."
Okay, I'm leaving."
Dong Er stood up, green watermarks in her pale golden eyes, "This time, I don't know if I can come back." ”"Well, it's your choice."
The old man never opened his eyes, and responded to her lightly."
Before I leave, can you tell me why you're being locked up here," she had asked a long time ago, but the old fellow always prevaricated with the remark that she was too young to understand."
Okay."
The old man coughed a few times and said, "Well, I didn't answer a single question." ”"There are still questions in the world that you can't answer," she didn't believe, "what?"
"I can't tell if I like steamed pork ribs or braised pork ribs." ”He replied slowly.Winter Ear smiled and bent over.She'll be incredible.The old man also laughed, and his chubby short fingers subconsciously stroked a white jade porcelain plate that he held in his arms all the year round."
I know you don't believe it, little girl."
He laughed so hard that his beard floated, "But it's true." ”"I'm leaving."
Winter Ear turned."
Girl."
He opened his eyes, "When you can't make a choice, the answer is self-explanatory." ”Winter Ear turned his head, and the question mark in his heart almost dripped into the water."
I don't understand."
It was the first time she had seen the old man open his eyes, and the first time she had heard him say such obscure words."
Anyone who can't make a choice, there's only one answer," he paused, "and only love yourself." ”After speaking, he closed his eyes again and said lazily: "Under the clover at the entrance of the cave, there is a bag, you can take it."
Don't look at it until you have to.Let's go, don't talk to me anymore, I'm tired and want to sleep. ”Well, she knew the old man's temper, and if she didn't speak, she wouldn't speak again.Winter Ear walked to the entrance of the cave and saw the evergreen clover, a delicate embroidered bag, tied with a red rope, lying quietly between the green.When I came in, I didn't have it.She picked up the bag, but accidentally found a row of small characters on the other side of the bag.This, obviously, is from the outside, to be precise, something from the human world.He is a prisoner, isolated from the world, how could he run back with Dong Er, holding a bag and asking him: "This is a prison, you are a prisoner, not only can you not get out, but you will even isolate all spells from reaching the outside world, how did you do it" The old guy did not open his eyes, and his snoring was long."
Still," Dong'er frowned, "I can't shut you up here," snoring as if she was singing."
If that's the case, why are you still here," she asked, aloud."
Because, I can't think of a reason to release myself."
He deflated his already puffed mouth and went back to sleep.Winter Ear stood in front of him for a long time unwillingly, and finally left.Outside the entrance of the cave, is a piece of red shade suitable, inlaid with gold thread of the sunset, at this time of the East China Sea, like a vicissitudes of life through the wind and waves, from the insight into all the twists and turns of the world, extracted a quiet and peaceful old man, at a glance, beating too fast heart, are stabilized at once.Winter Ear loves this sea and likes to look at it in such a daze.For thousands of years, only this sea has accompanied her.The person she was looking for was on the other side of the sea.The sunset gradually moved, like a hand gently caressing the body of the winter ear.Her shadow was stretched long, long, and on the ground at the entrance of the cave, it became a sinking dragon.t1706231537: