white porcelain lamp

Pass.He said that that person was like a god in the sky, and with a light wave of his hand, he sowed a fire, which ignited his whole life, even if his status was as humble as a grass, even if his hands were somewhat stained with blood.He hoped that I would make him a lamp, the simplest one but the most resistant to wind and rain, because the person who saved him was night blind. "

Bai Ci took a deep breath, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So I did as he said."

Lu Qingshang remained silent for a long time.He seemed to be able to hear the crisp and melodious sound of the bell under the lamp, and when he thought of his glimpse of the lamp, he felt sad.It was rare for him to substitute himself into that miserable fugitive, and found that his dry emotions were actually moved to a green shoot.

"You're not particularly good at telling stories."

Bai Ci chuckled, "Because I don't have anyone to practice with, I can't talk to myself, can I?"

"Hasn't that person been here? According to your rules, the lamp should have been taken away long ago." Lu Qingshang asked.He could hear the background of the ancient dynasty in the story, presumably it was passed down by word of mouth from the young master, so according to the rules, "that person" should have come to fetch the lamp long ago.

Bai Ci didn't speak, just smiled silently, and finally got up to leave.

The alarm clock that had been set early rang, and Lu Qingshang quickly pressed it off.

He didn't sleep, and looked through a window to the opposite light that hadn't been extinguished all night.He didn't know why Bai Ci didn't sleep, and he couldn't figure out what went wrong with the problem in the afternoon.

After putting on his coat and checking his things again and again, Lu Qingshang pushed open the door.

Almost at the same time, the door to the opposite room also opened, and Bai Ci was standing at the door wearing a black-striped Tang suit with a white background, smiling.

"I'll give you a ride."

When Bai Ci passed by the door, he took down the white porcelain lamp and held it in his hand.The lights flickered, barely illuminating the ground beneath his feet.

The two walked silently through the narrow alley.The smell of moss mixed with the damp cool air lingered around them, dispelling what little tiredness remained.The yellowish light cast vegetation and their shadows on the wall, and a few dogs barked in the wind blowing by my ears.

Lu Qingshang looked at the young man who was half a head shorter than him from the corner of his eye, and asked in a strange way: "Are you planning to go to the big city?"

Bai Ci's eyes were full of teasing, "Then you will have to receive me, a noisy guest."

Lu Qingshang laughed dryly, but Bai Ci laughed heartily.The two laughter seemed a bit inconsistent in the silent night.

Lu Qingshang's timing was very accurate, and the train arrived at the platform at the same time as them.He walked into the car door, turned around and said goodbye to Bai Ci.

"The lamp has been taken away."

The young man with the lantern said suddenly.

Lu Qingshang was stunned, swallowed the official words of farewell, and looked into Bai Ci's clear eyes.

"That fugitive is probably in the late stage of paranoia... That person is not a god, but he just wanted to leave something in his long life journey, so he did what he thought was a simple thing."

Bai Ci smiled, and looked tenderly at the flickering candle in his hand, "He also hopes to keep it on for those who walk alone in the world. Prisoners know that they are not powerful enough to help others, at least Take a corner for them to rest temporarily."

The story is like finding a bead on a thread and threading it quickly.Lu Qingshang's eyes widened, and an absurd guess broke out.

"But he is also so smart. When his "god" wanted to die the most, he said a simple sentence, just one sentence...so the "god" began to see the lights of thousands of families who had passed by countless times under his feet, Seeing the strange and inevitable love and hatred that has never been hidden in the hearts of those mediocre people, he knows that this world is not inferior to the rare flowers and treasures he has seen."

The siren sounded.The young man slowly raised his head, and Lu Qingshang saw his red eyes in overwhelming shock.

"Lu Qingshang, they say my blessings are very useful - you light up my dark night, I wish you will always be with you forever; you brighten my eyes, I wish you will always be treated with sincerity; you give me a world, I wish you peace and happiness in the future, and the mountains and rivers are splendid as far as you can see."

The car door closed slowly in front of his eyes, and the never-before-seen solemn expression of the young man, together with the white porcelain lamp, was framed in the crowded car windows, forming a never-fading painting.

The train was moving, and at the moment when the eye contact was cut off, Lu Qingshang managed not to fall down, turned around and leaned heavily on the side wall.In front of his eyes, he still looked solemn before Bai Ci disappeared, and his words that were not loud but powerful were played back repeatedly in his ears.

The scenes of these days were replayed rapidly before his eyes, until finally, when the car door closed, he heard Bai Ci's last words.

"Heh, although it's been so many years late——Lu Qingshang, you will always deserve these blessings."

zero

Lu Qingshang thought for a long time after returning home.

He still often sees the lamp that has been lit for countless people in his dreams.He saw Bai Ci standing under the lamp, making tea, waiting for the people who needed him to cross.

The green hills, the old houses, the sunset, the lonely bird in the dream, everything is not bad, the nagging youth waits for one story after another, walks through one city after another, maybe one day, stops at the door of an old man, knocks door, the old man would open it, give him a trembling hug, and then talk by candlelight at night.

The old man was him, but he didn't think he would live that long.

The antique business is still going on, and Lu Qingshang will still pay attention to the received porcelain intentionally or unintentionally, hoping to see Bai Ci's masterpiece one day, it must be like scratching out a prize.

But the story behind that may not be heard.

On a bright morning, Bai Ci locked the house and left Anhe Town without taking anything with him.He casually threw the key into the pond at the door, maybe he would have to fish it when he came back one day, but that was the feeling of going home after a lot of hardships.

He couldn't tell where he was going, it might be south of the South China Sea, north of Mobei; it might be a foreign country far away, or he might just find a job in the county town and settle down for a while.

Maybe one day, he will return to the capital, the place where he met Lu Qingshang a long, long time ago, knock on a door, and an old man opened the door, then embrace him with tears in his eyes, and ask him why he didn't accept the invitation be a guest.

The old man is Lu Qingshang, the one who will carry his blessings until the day his soul dies.

He was born without a place to live, and wandered forever, thinking that the world was as cold as himself; then someone gave him a heart, and it beat with all the passion he encountered.

Ah, if I really met that person, what kind of reason should I make up to explain the missed appointment?