There is another person who is tortured by regret.
[Twilight, what kind of incident made you so persistent that you refused to reincarnate? This is such a soul-crushing rebellion...]
It’s this sentence again, it’s those four poems again, it’s those four words again…
Han Baiwei Huo.
Deng Yin ate pickled mustard and white steamed buns, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably. The sudden sadness made him want to cry. He heard many words, and the magnificent stories that he had no time to tell echoed in his mind. That scene The curtain shattered his laziness. He didn't know whether he had entered that magnificent history or whether he had been exiled and completely separated from his past.
Leader of the Beggar Clan, you lose.
The scenes that amaze you are just ordinary.
Hahahahahaha, look at the clip you like, that’s it?
Deng Yin heard the maniacal laughter, but he didn't hide it.
Eating mustard with a trembling voice, he went to the well and looked in the mirror, looking at himself with unshaven hair inside, looking at himself who was trapped in yesterday day after day, and he was living without any progress. A few months and feeling comfortable, so why get excited about all that eventful history?
Human nature, human nature...
Deng Yin knelt down. His mind was in chaos. After being quiet for a long time, he slowly stood up. The clouds in the sky were floating slowly. In this backward city-state, something weird was brewing in Deng Yin's mind.
[Finger to the sun and moon, my madness, no one can compare to me in the future. Sitting here, I and time are tormenting each other.
[However, I have waited for you after all, but you seem to be tired of it. Could it be that I am the one-of-a-kind sacrifice? 】
"I will wait for ten thousand years in the snow for the lotus to bloom to wash away my distracting thoughts. I will climb to the top of this mountain and ask for a wish."
Amid the panic and roar, the young lady whispered.
This cassock is pious, he was ordained and became a monk, the world appeared, and his eyes could no longer see it;
Life is like a picture, and I have a few strokes to outline the brilliance, but I don’t know what is recorded in it.
"gone?"
"Well, let's go and see that sacred mountain."
The young man was carrying his bag and dragging his clothes, and his feet made a "rustling" sound on the pile of fallen leaves. This country road is winding and winding, making it impossible to see the edge at a glance. The little monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to move forward. Every step was like a promise to himself, and he walked extremely firmly.
"outside world."
The young man murmured in a low voice, with a calm expression, and there were abnormal scars on his face for some unknown reason.
After a long time, the boy had walked almost all the way and looked into the distance under the shade of a poplar tree. There was a girl standing at the end of the road. She was wearing a red shirt and new clothes. She had nice makeup. She just smiled quietly, with gentle and understanding eyes.
There is a pavilion behind her, and there is a young man in green sitting on the pavilion. He has a handsome face, plays the piano and sings loudly, and has an open mind. He looks like a libertine. His face is cut with knives and axes, and he does not look like a scholar. His body is filled with the smell of rivers and lakes, and he smells of alcohol. , you can smell it even from a long distance in the heavy snow.
"Young man, the road is still long and we still need to be encouraged."
The old man roared loudly, full of energy.
The little monk looked at him, stood still slightly, nodded slightly, and then began his long march unhurriedly. His back was resolute, like a wall, a southern wall.
"Wine in the pot, meat in the bowl, why worry about gray hair once? Hahahaha!"
The old man laughed heartily, looked at the red-makeup woman on the mountain, and then at the little monk walking in a hurry. He didn't know what he thought of, and he felt much happier. He drank wine under the tree and looked at the clouds swimming in the sky. , "Looking at the golden scales flying in the river, how fast it is to spin around and transform into dragons and snakes?"
The sun and stars in the sky were radiating light and heat unscrupulously. The old man was drunk and his whole body was loose and weak. He was playing with Duke Zhou under the half-illuminated sun. However, the laughter had no intention of stopping. It just kept lingering, and the snow-capped mountains seemed to Becoming the prey in this noose, the girl snickered when she saw it, and bent over with laughter, and the singers talked about love, and they were so happy, it was not in vain!
"March is the most beautiful day in the world, but the bustling lights and bustling lights are still not as powerful as the fairy's smile. I remember when I ran away from the capital, I was afraid that the fairy on the moon would pursue me, and I would be in trouble!
"Old man, I'm old, so I rely on [not to give in], but if I see that Yue Wu, my excuse won't be useful!
"I'm not dead yet. Tell me, what a pity? What a pity! - Hahahaha! March in the world of mortals is also beautiful, and I like it too, hahahaha!"
"Drunk and dreaming, picking flowers and talking about Taoism, how fun is it? Hahahahaha!" The young man echoed the old man. He spread his hair and sang to his heart's content. Daxue, Daxue never cherished his body, and stuck to the young man's chest like a moth to a flame. , the girl's red hijab was lifted, she learned to dance, coyly, but no matter how beautiful she looked.
Monk, girl, musician, wanderer.
In this scroll, Deng Yin couldn't remember who he was. He turned around and around, he was anxious, annoyed, and panicked. He was restless, neither crying nor laughing. His mind was empty, letting himself wander around the world. .
fine……
Sleepy and tired, Deng Yin was at a loss and groping around, unable to see anything.
"Child, May will go, come back."
The wave swallowed up Deng Yin's mind bit by bit. He didn't know what he was doing. He was like a beast with sexual desire chasing his opposite sex in the jungle. He hoped to retreat quickly from this claw that occupied his mind. He was dizzy. Dizzy, he tried his best to think clearly about the blurry picture in his mind, but he couldn't:
He couldn't resist or push forward. He just watched in despair, as if he was possessed.
pain.
Unspeakable pain.
Deng Yin was confused and his eyes were dull. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He couldn't do anything except feel the pain. He was like a piece of meat on a chopping board, waiting for his final fate.
distance……
I look forward to your appearance.
Past, future, present, hate...
Deng Yin closed his eyes in pain. Faintly, he felt something coming towards him. He was so crazy that he wanted to get close to him, but he could never really get close. Blurry, everything is blurry.
[This story is quite good, but I don’t know why, and I also fell into the trap with him.
[Is my nightmare these ties at the beginning of life?
[Or, my real fate should be to die young...]
Deng Yin fell asleep, and his thoughts were truly peaceful.
In his sleep, there was a girl standing in front of Deng Yin. She looked exactly like that in the snow-capped mountains. She was wearing new clothes and red makeup. She was very beautiful, but she did not move the mustard-eating beggar.
Is it because we have been humble for too long that we have lost the ability in this area, or is it that you and I are just two lanes and cannot meet each other, and we cannot understand each other's experiences...
Deng Yin took a breath, but his mind was still so groggy. Fortunately, the girl did not speak. She smiled and held a scroll in her hand. Half of the scroll was painted with mountains and rivers, and the rest was white and empty. It was like a mirror. , illuminated Deng Yin's mind.
That's my unwritten story.
This is the fruit of my choice to live an ordinary life.
The young man's anxious heart calmed down. He seemed to accept his fate and understood that what he had done should lead to such a miserable ending. After all, he was not forced by life, nor did he have any grievances or sins that he wanted to rectify. He just chose the easiest and best path, and walked all the way with a corrupt heart.
In the past few months, there has been no introspection, no struggle, only rejection, rejection of any factors that would break the calm. He refused to change. Perhaps, this kind of satisfaction was what he had in mind.
Is this wrong?
Does it have to be wrong to say that the protagonist’s fate is always wrong?
maybe.
Deng Yin did not quibble, he was tired.
He is the one who wants to have great ambitions and hegemony, he is the one who wants to live a stable life, he is the one who seeks change, and he is the one who seeks stability. He just made the best decision for himself. Then, my understanding has come to At this step, I also accept all the consequences of obeying my knowledge.
If possible, let me wander, just like you describe.
Deng Yin's calm breathing was filled with greed at the end, like a person who had been thirsty for a long time and finally drank water. He would no longer complain about the plain water. No stimulation in the past could replace the plain happiness at this moment.
The girl looked at Deng Yin who fell to the ground, his calm breathing on the snowy mountain, and his lack of fighting spirit for some unknown reason.
In my impression, you are not like this;
Maybe everything will change. When we face time and reality, we are unable to resist. Later, we forget to resist, just like being shaved off by a barber.
But, I should have come quite early;
Looking back, I realized that it would be difficult to go any faster along the way.
Is this fate?
This is, no fate.
The girl felt the wind blowing and smiled quietly.
It's a pity that I can't accompany you to wander, I also have things to do of my own.
I hope you can break through the obstacles in the future.
So, goodbye...
Moonlight, distance, girl.
Deng Yin looked at the dark night with dull eyes, just like the clean snow in that scroll of calligraphy and painting.
He is not even a monk.
The monk lost, and he was the backdrop.
The scroll was thrown on the ground, and Deng Yin looked at the young man inside. He was holding the pen in his hand and was depressed. The sun was setting, and the orange light shone on his pale face. The voice in his ears was still echoing:
"The road is still long and we are still young. Let's go back."
go back?
Where to go back?
Where can I go back?
Deng Yin didn't know.
He understood the gap between himself and Yaoqing and Yinxu. The only difference was this breath.
Closing his eyes, the leader of the Beggar Clan was in a daze. The blank space on the scroll stung his eyes, and it exploded like a dreamlike future bubble. Drops of it were engraved on the blank space under the blow of the wind, pale and frighteningly white.
After a long time, Deng Yin's corpse opened his eyes without whites, and his old face was reflected in the scroll.
"My child, be patient and wait for another reincarnation.
"When you break the mirror with force, you can gain true pupil vision."
"Hey... life and death come and go, and we reunite in a foreign land."
