90,000 Years of Longevity

Ancient Street, ancient bluestone road.

Ye Bei wore a spotlessly white robe, the girl stood on one side, and the two walked slowly.

The big sky was packed with stars, catkins flying in the wind.

On the street, many people carried red lanterns and laughed.

But when the tourists saw Ye Bei and the girl, they all looked sideways, but they didn't care about it.

"Sir, did you come to this ancient town to find someone?" The girl murmured.

"No." Ye Bei's voice was very soft.

The girl was puzzled, "The coachman and you seem to know each other, he said that."

"Some people are looking for someone, some people are waiting for someone, and some people are just watching the changes in this world quietly, just feeling that the thing is human." Ye Bei said, with a trace of vicissitudes in his voice. 

"Then, sir, which kind do you belong to?" the girl asked.

Ye Bei, "Neither of them."

"Sir, you are so young, is it possible that you have seen through this red dust?" The girl frowned slightly.

Ye Bei shook his head lightly, "Red dust is not used to see through, but is used to observe."

"I don't quite understand." The girl put her hands behind her back, her index fingers hooked together.

Ye Bei lightly said, "If you don't understand, then it's right."

"Well, sir, where do you plan to go from now on?" The girl asked, her question seemed random.

Ye Bei was silent for a few seconds, "Maybe being a fortune teller, maybe a teacher who teaches the knowledge, maybe an ordinary layman, find a thatched house, read a book, grow flowers, experience the four kinds of seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter, coupled with various sceneries."

"I thought about it too, find someone I love and live a mediocre life." The girl's eyes were faint, her hand placed behind her back, and she slowly retracted, shaking with her pace.

"Can you find it?" Ye Bei questioned.

The girl had bright red cheeks and thought for a few seconds, "I have found it, but it's gone again."

"You are too vague." Ye Bei shook his head.

The girl grinned and showed a sweet smile, "I know much better than you. You speak profoundly and you are so young, but you always look indifferent. Every sentence has to make people think for a long time."

"Really?" Ye Bei paused a bit.

The girl looked sideways, "Of course, you didn't notice it, did you?"

"Well, maybe." Ye Bei replied.

The speed of the girl's pace met, "A lot of things have happened in the Ancient Town during this period of time. After today, I am afraid I will never go to work in the Peaceful Restaurant, and maybe I will leave the city."

"Where to go?" Ye Bei showed some interest.

The girl pondered for a few seconds, "I will probably travel and see the world."

"Yes, you should take a good look." Ye Bei nodded, with a slight sigh in his voice, his eyes became more profound.

"Yeah." The girl hummed and stopped. Next to her was a hand-made woodcraft shop with a closed door. Today at the Spring Equinox, the new red lanterns were hanging high here, but the light inside did not light up, revealing endless loneliness.

"Arrived?" Ye Bei also stopped, standing with his hands behind him, his white robe swaying gently in the night wind.

The girl stood in front of the handmade woodcraft shop with her mouth slightly bent, revealing two white teeth, and she nodded slightly, "Yeah! Arrived, sir, thank you for sending me back. If we are fated, I think we will see each other again. "

After that, the girl turned around, took out a simple key from her pocket, and slowly inserted it into the rust-stained iron lock by the light of this ancient street.

Click...

With a crisp sound, the iron lock was opened.

Ye Bei stood on the street holding his hands, watching quietly.

"Sir, I'm going in now."

The ancient wooden door was slowly pushed open, the light inside was dim, only a candle was burning, but standing at the door, Ye Bei could still clearly see the various small figures in the room.

Each of the animal statues was vivid and exquisite.

"Okay." Ye Bei simply looked at it and muttered softly.

A faint smile appeared on the girl's face, then she stepped into the wooden shop, and gently waved to Ye Bei.

Creak!

Afterward, the girl closed the door gently.

However, when only the last tiny slit remained on the wooden door, Ye Bei looked at the girl in the Tang Dynasty costume in white and said again, "Miss! Have we ever seen each other?"

The voice was not loud, but the voice still reached the girl's ears clearly.

Across the door, Ye Bei saw that the girl's hand stopped.

"Perhaps, it's just similar!" The girl's voice came softly.

Squeak...

At the next moment, the door of the wooden shop squeaked and all closed.

Ye Bei was still standing on the street. 

Those tourists, back and forth, constantly shuttled around him, and the surrounding scenery changed again and again.

Ye Bei just watched quietly.

Time flew again.

The street gradually became quiet.

The owners of those shops also yawned, the joy in their eyes turned tired, and they began to close the shop doors.

However, Ye Bei's was still standing, and his thoughts drifted away quietly with the dwindling number of tourists on the street.

On that day, a young man in white, with wild clouds and wild cranes, passed through a small village.

In the countryside, there was an unmanned sutra hall, in which was placed a sutra tube, with incense mist curling around. The young man, on a whim, sat on a catkin tree and gently rotated the sutra tube.

The voice drifted away.

A boy playing outside, poked his head and was quite curious, and asked softly, "Are you trying to supersede others?"

The young man shook his head, "Just waiting for someone."

The boy was thoughtful but unpredictable, he scratched his head, "Then how long have you waited?"

"Several cycles." The young man answered mysteriously.

The boy was puzzled and then left.

The young man also put down the sutra tube... carrying his hands on his back, dressed in a white robe, continued to travel.

Time in the Ancient Street always flew very fast.

After a long time, when all the tourists on the street left and only Ye Bei was left alone, he recovered from his thoughts, looked away from the wooden door, looked into the distance, and chanted in a low voice, "That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting; that month, I shook all the sutra cylinders, not for transcendence, but to touch your fingertips…"

Wearing a white robe, his pace was very slow.

When the poem was all recited, Ye Bei's figure returned to the Ancient Street No. 32 Gallery.

The sky was getting brighter, and a round of sunrise quietly hung on the horizon again.

A car rushed past the Ancient Street that had just awakened and headed straight to the gallery.