那年，盛夏，漫山桃花。
                
            

            

            
            
                溪水潺潺。
                
            

            

            
            
                季鸿坐在溪边，摆弄着案桌上的茶具，优雅，淡然。
                
            

            

            
            
                儒衫一角随风而起，风止，衣落。
                
            

            

            
            
                “我的茶呢？”
                
            

            

            
            
                掀开木盒，看着里面空荡荡的景象，季鸿微微蹙眉，转身，看向远方。
                
            

            

            
            
                巨大的桃花树上。
                
            

            

            
            
                老白猿脸上带着些许醉意，朦胧的靠在枝干处。
                
            

            

            
            
                “泡酒了。”
                
            

            

            
            
                他咧开嘴笑了笑。
                
            

            

            
            
                “你不是嫌我的酒里有茶味儿？”
                
            

            

            
            
                季鸿淡淡说着，将茶盒闭合。
                
            

            

            
            
                老白猿翻了个身子，醉意更浓了几分：“既然溪水已经满是茶味，不如弃溪水而截源，或有奇效也未可知啊！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “茶如此，酒如此，人生...”
                
            

            

            
            
                “亦如此。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “你说呢？”
                
            

            

            
            
                老白猿仿佛醉了过去，打了个酒嗝儿，嬉笑着说道。
                
            

            

            
            
                季鸿表情不变，甚至没有去看老白猿一眼，依旧坐在溪旁，看着溪水流淌。
                
            

            

            
            
                “酒有茶香，不过下游取水。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “有时候只要尝试着，向上游走上几步，或可见更广阔的天地。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “茶并非源，水...方是。”
                
            

            

            
            
                说话间，季鸿弯腰，截来一汪溪水，冲洗着茶壶。
                
            

            

            
            
                “人生多苦，又为何向前寻觅？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “既然此处已能接受...”
                
            

            

            
            
                “不弱就此止步。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “酒中茶香，未尝不是一种惊喜。”
                
            

            

            
            
                老白猿却摇了摇头，端着酒坛，再往嘴里灌了一口，看着天空，有些出神。
                
            

            

            
            
                “我喜茶，不喜酒。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “人生虽苦，我自前行。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “前路未尽，又如何知我未来？”
                
            

            

            
            
                季鸿微微摇头，一丝不苟的整理着自己的茶具。
                
            

            

            
            
                “路已经尽了！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “你的面前，是万丈悬崖，是无尽深渊！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “你的脚步...”
                
            

            

            
            
                “该停了！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “不然，你会死！”
                
            

            

            
            
                老白猿突然将酒坛扔在一旁，凶神恶煞的盯着季鸿的背影，低吼着。
                
            

            

            
            
                但季鸿却依旧没有回头，维持着那份儒雅。
                
            

            

            
            
                “万丈悬崖，亦可搭桥。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “无尽深渊，烛光亦亮。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “最怕的不是没有了前行的路，而是...”