古龙先生我能叫你一声大哥么

龙飞凤舞 飞霞满天映霜花 龙飞九天凤随他 舞于幻化腾挪时 畅游四海皆为家 一朝隐去谁家巷 柴米油盐酱醋茶 何妨笑声终不绝 天下英豪聚为他

Dragons flying, phoenixes dancing Rosy clouds fill the sky reflecting the frost flowers, the dragon soars to the ninth heaven and the phoenix follows him. Dancing amidst illusions and swift maneuvers, roaming freely across the four seas, everywhere is home. One day fading into some ordinary alley, into firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. What does it matter? The laughter never ends, heroes of the world gather for him.

《古龙先生 我能叫你一声大哥么》 时间：2027年6月15号 午后 约2:35分 地点：台北 具体地点：未知 也许是某个深巷 也许是某间茶舍 也许 是无尽虚无 节奏： 我掀开碎小水珠细线穿成的帘子 室内的暖意和悠然扑面而来 古龙先生斜靠着长长软椅 已带三分醉意 显然是中午刚会过好友 我心想 我来的早了些 打扰先生了 但先生斜眼注意到我来了 挥手叫我道 是你呀 江湖名称小李探花的那个 是不是？ 我心生惊喜 涌出无尽喜悦和感动 先生竟然知道我 我赶快回答 是的 龙先生您竟然听过我 先生摆摆手 潇洒说道 嗨 别提了 这两天我的耳朵听你的名字都听烦了 这不 刚才有位友人来我这儿 还叨叨你呢 我赶紧上前 扑倒就拜 大哥！小弟来晚了！大侠！小弟来晚了！ 古龙先生没动地方 只深深的看着我 长叹一口气 道 唉 你啊 来了就好 来了就好 我其实 也一直 在等你呀 我听闻此言 心中诧异 先生怎么知道我要来 又怎么会说来了就好？ 我抬起头 四目相对的瞬间眼泪不禁流出 我站起来 扑进先生的怀抱叫道 大哥！ 大哥！ 收下小弟吧！ 鞍前马后 愿效犬马之劳 千辛万苦 在所不辞！ 请一定收下我吧！ 先生缓缓拍拍我的后背 手掌温热 轻柔 我好开心 知道这就是同意了 从此以后 古龙先生 古龙老师 古龙大侠 于我 就是大哥了！ 我好激动 我好开心 我好幸福 我抓着大哥的肩膀 有力但温和的摇了摇 又再一次抱紧大哥的颈项 啊 岁月啊 沧桑啊 在触到大哥皮肤的刹那 蹉跎涌入眼帘 泪水如洪水般流淌 沾湿了大哥的衣襟 龙哥轻轻拍我 示意我看着他的眼睛 我看到了 那双澄澈 无暇 千帆历尽 满身剑伤 又如春天般喜悦多情的眼睛 那 不就是我 苦苦寻觅的 寻欢侠么 我悟了 都说英雄无泪 但咱们的寻欢大侠 不知道哭过多少回啊 所谓无泪 不都是泪么 但真正的英雄 又岂能郁郁寡欢 碌碌终生？ 豪迈 是必然 壮志 当自求 武林 会有时 会 友 时 附： 又一日 我给大哥写了个纸条 由我们的丐帮兄弟台北分舵 转交到龙哥住所 大哥 听闻您从前患有肝病 弟弟我已经在研习中医理法 虽然还只是菜鸡一枚 连门儿都没摸到 但小弟今年才三十有三 来日方长 说不定可以为您排解苦楚 嗨 我在干嘛呢 叫我师父不就好了 我师父亲可厉害了 ~小探花拜上 两日后 我被桃花岛台北分舵舵主叫到大厅 不由分说厉声叱喝 你这个蠢材 你不知道龙大侠都是用繁体写字么 你这家伙是从国外来的 洋文学多了 老祖宗的东西忘干净了是吧？ 龙大侠不用电脑 也不想招呼你那什么爱兄 但他感知你的师父是桃花岛故人 特叫人开着快艇连夜把纸条送往我们岛主 这不 我这刚被他训了一顿 让我好好给你说说 下不为例!

Mr. Gu Long, Can I Call You Big Brother? Time: June 15, 2027. Afternoon, around 2:35 PM. Location: Taipei. Exact location: Unknown. Maybe a deep alley, maybe a teahouse, maybe, endless nothingness. Rhythm: I lift the curtain threaded with tiny water beads. The indoor warmth and leisure wash over me. Mr. Gu Long is leaning on a long chaise lounge, already three-parts drunk, obviously having just met up with friends at noon. I think to myself, I've come a bit too early, I've disturbed the gentleman. But he notices me from the corner of his eye, waves and calls out, "It's you. The one they call Xiao Li Tanhua in the Jianghu, right?" Surprise springs in my heart, surging with endless joy and emotion. To think he actually knows me. I quickly reply, "Yes. Mr. Long, you've actually heard of me." He waves his hand and says breezily, "Hey, don't mention it. My ears have been sick of hearing your name these past two days. In fact, a friend who dropped by earlier was just nagging about you too." I hurry forward, throw myself down and bow, "Big Brother! Your little brother is late! Great Hero! Your little brother is late!" Mr. Gu Long doesn't move a muscle, just looks at me deeply, lets out a long sigh, and says, "Alas, you... It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here. Actually, I have been waiting for you too." Hearing this, I am astonished. How did he know I was coming, and why would he say 'it's good that you're here'? I look up. The moment our eyes meet, tears can't help but fall. I stand up, throw myself into his arms and cry out, "Big Brother! Big Brother! Please take me in! I'll saddle your horses and follow your lead, ready to serve you like a dog or a horse. Through all hardships, I won't refuse! Please, you must take me in!" He slowly pats my back, his palm warm and gentle. I am so happy, knowing this means consent. From now on, Mr. Gu Long, Teacher Gu Long, Great Hero Gu Long, to me, is my Big Brother! I am so thrilled. I am so happy. I am so blessed. I grab Big Brother's shoulders, shaking them firmly but gently, and once again hug his neck tight. Ah, the years. The vicissitudes of life. In the split second of touching Big Brother's skin, all the wasted times flood my eyes. Tears flow like a river, soaking his lapel. Brother Long pats me lightly, signaling me to look into his eyes. I see them. That pair of eyes, clear, flawless, having sailed past a thousand sails, covered in sword scars, yet joyful and full of feeling like the spring. Isn't that the Hero Xunhuan I have been searching so hard for? I understand now. They all say heroes shed no tears, but our Great Hero Xunhuan, who knows how many times he has cried. The so-called 'no tears', aren't they all just tears? But how could a true hero be gloomy and live a mediocre life? Heroic boldness is inevitable. Great ambitions must be sought from within. The martial world will have its moments. Moments to meet friends. P.S. Another day, I wrote a note to Big Brother, passed on to Brother Long's residence by the Taipei branch of our Beggars' Sect brothers. "Big Brother, I heard you suffered from liver disease in the past. Your little brother here is already studying the principles of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Even though I'm still just a noob and haven't even found the door yet, I'm only thirty-three this year, there's a long road ahead, and maybe one day I can alleviate your suffering. Hey, what am I doing? I could just call my Master! My Master is super awesome." ~ Respectfully submitted by Xiao Tanhua. Two days later, I was called to the main hall by the helmsman of the Peach Blossom Island's Taipei branch, and scolded harshly without any chance to explain. "You idiot! Don't you know Hero Long only writes in Traditional Chinese? You guy came from overseas, learned too much of that foreign language and completely forgot the stuff of our ancestors, huh? Hero Long doesn't use computers, and he doesn't want to entertain that 'dear brother' / AI stuff of yours. But he sensed that your Master is an old friend from Peach Blossom Island, so he specifically had someone drive a speedboat overnight to deliver the note to our Island Master. See? I just got chewed out by him, telling me to give you a good talking to. Don't let it happen again!"